Angoulins

This morning we felt a little sad about leaving Taussant. But we knew we'd pass this way again so it was nous reviendrons rather than au revoir. Late last night some cycle tourists arrived and pitched their tent on the grass area in the nearby car park. The light of their head torches the only sign of their presence. This morning John was horrified to see they were young, in their twenties and riding electric bikes. Sacrilege! One wore a very smart jacket and brown leather work shoes. Cycle touring attire has gone upmarket since we last did it.  

Right Marge. Time to hit the road again. Before travelling too far we needed to off load our grey water as the tank was full. Angela spotted an industrial area where we could see some drains alongside the kerb on one side of the road. Water deposited Angela turned the key to restart Marge. Nothing. Again nothing. And again. Her dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree. Now what's wrong Marge? Fourth time she fired up. Stop doing this please!

Today were driving to just below La Rochelle. We needed to cover a few miles so we could stop again for a few days somewhere further up towards Cherbourg.

 Lunch at a picnic area, allowing an hour to eat and rest then Marge sprung into life, but her engine management light stayed on. Great! We'd spoken to an English couple last night who'd experienced their engine management light coming on also whilst driving in the Pyrenees which had reassured us. Fingers crossed Marge that when we return home and plug you into the computer at the garage there is nothing majorly wrong with you. 

After five hours of driving, wondering what Marge had planned next, we eventually arrived at Gadiou Jerome's oyster farm at Angoulins. He allows space for eight vans to park in his car park. Marge was number seven. What a day it had been.

We were glad to walk out to the tiny port of Lorion where the tide was nearly at its highest making access across to the beach huts a little difficult. Then we sat and looked out across the bay, the early evening sun warmed us which we were grateful for as a south westerly wind blew cool.

We took a selfie. How lucky were we? We talked about our planned cycle touring trip along this coast later in the year. It would give us something to start planning upon our return home. Angela loves the Loire Valley. She loves the Atlantic coast as well. Fortunately, both are fairly flat. We have visited much of France and are now beginning to see which areas we prefer to revisit. 

Van number eight has now arrived. The parking is perfect. Quiet, with very nice views. Along the coast we can see a rainbow of kites belonging to the surfers.

The sunset over the oyster farm could not compare with those of the last few nights, but we were still pleased to watch the sky turn blue to grey to pink as the sun went down. Tomorrow we will move a little further north. Please behave Marge!