John was really not well this morning, and despite Angela thinking we should stay another night at the Cherbourg campsite we set off following the signs for Euro velo 4 which did not tie up with our map. Consequently we found ourselves on busy roads, pushing our laden bikes up gradients. 'Go cycling in France, we, said. 'It'll be great',we, said. And so it will be hopefully. We were both tired by late afternoon and stopping at Bricquebec Angela decided to speak to visit the pharmacy and ask advice on how best to help John. She was concerned he had difficulty breathing. The very helpful pharmacist suggested she buy some granules to add to water that would thin down hi mucus. She also advised the number to call for an ambulance if he worsened. A nightmare situation we were keen to avoid. Despite along queue the pharmacist googled a farm just under a mile up the road that offered camping. The kindness of strangers once again. So here we are amongst cows, horses, goats and very noisy turkeys, bantams and cockerels. Despite the chaos it is a pleasant location with all the facilities we need, including a kitchen area. Other cyclists arrived including a French couple, their bicycles fully laden with panniers front and rear, handlebar bags and a large bag each on their rear racks. They were cycling a route known as Le Manche and we're heading to Cherbourg to catch the ferry to Poole. We wrote down the details of the campsite just west of Poole and another just before Weymouth. We did not envy their onward cycle through hilly west Dorset to Plymouth.
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