Last night was so cold. Anneka, the French lady we'd spent camping alongside the last two nights was going to cycle around sixty miles to stay with her friend in an apartment in Mulhouse. After the very strong headwind of yesterday we knew Mulhouse would not be attainable for us, forty miles would do for us. Aware that there would be no campsite until Mulhouse we'd probably be wild camping. But Angela wasn't too happy about that option, so John sourced a chambre d'hote in Montreux-Chateau at a cost of forty-five euros. Sorted! Or were we? After no reply about our booking enquiry he decided we should find the house in the small town. We were informed that the chambre d'hote was only available May, June and part of July. Could we perhaps pay you ten euros to camp in your garden? No. After John explained he was an older man with grey hair, as she could see, to cycle to Mulhouse was just too far. She relented. We could set up our tent and camp for free. And would we like a beer? Of course Angela would. Her husband came over to chat and it turned out they were cyclists, having cycled the euro velo 6 from their home to Nantes. Would we like to come in for some food? Not wanting to impose, we politely declined, sourcing a pizza take-away in the town. Up early, we watched the sun rise. After refusing breakfast, but accepting coffee, we packed up, bought pain chocolate from the bakery and sat up by the canal to eat them whilst drying our tent. Once again, we'd experienced the kindness of strangers.
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