The night passed quietly, the forecast storm deciding not to make an appearance. So this morning dawned dry, and considerably cooler, the temperature right down on yesterday, it felt a little chilly. Keen to be on our way to begin the next stage of our trip, we were gone by nine thirty. Our drive to a campsite just a couple of hours away, took us across beautiful countryside.
Sunflowers as far as the eye could see, stood to attention in the sunlight, and fields of corn, awaited the arrival of the combined harvester. This was summer in the countrysides at its best. By lunchtime we'd parked Margery in a beautiful spot on the campsite, with views across to water. Four chickens and a couple of sheep fell upon us, hoping we'd share a taste morsel with them. And of course when we did, they pestered us all afternoon.
The small campsite has a small restaurant and bar, and is particularly popular with the locals. We like it here, and are glad we are now moving inland where campsites and Aires should be quieter. The French love the coast, particularly on a weekend, and we're happy for them to be there. This trip we've really slowed down, and we like it. Our onward travels will take us a long the Nantes to Brest canal, through the forest at Huelgoat, and along the north coast of Brittany. Sadly we only have two weeks of travelling left, so Margery, there probably won't be too many rest stops from now on.
