Who knew chickens loved curry? Well the ones at our campsite last night certainly did. As darkness fell, the chickens left us and the two little black sheep began calling to each other. John named one of them lamb chop, Angela didn't think that was fair, perhaps mint and sauce would have suited them better. Today we were looking forward to driving to Nort Sur Erdre. But some days just don't go to plan do they? We were supposed to be following a route from a well known travel writers book.
But after a walk around the town we discovered the aire mentioned in it didn't seem to exist, and the next few park ups we stopped at just weren't for us. Feeling a little upset at having wasted one of our precious days, and disappointed that our planned drive along the Nantes-Brest canal might not be as enjoyable as we'd hoped, we eventually found an aire in a small village a few miles off the canal.
We cycled in this area ten years ago, and remember a little campsite with about ten pitches, and one loo and shower right beside the canal. Sadly it closed recently. Whilst walking in the nearby town, a mix of very nice and neglected buildings, we saw a sign for the campsite. It brought back happy memories. Angela's lasting memory of the campsite were an elderly French couple in a small caravan. They were browned to a crisp, and wouldn't have looked out of place in an Ambre Solair advert. She wore a tiny bikini, and he a an even tinier pair of budgie smugglers. Sadly they are probably no longer with us. As for the swimwear, probably on Vinted! So tomorrow we need to make a plan. Do we continue along the canal route, or stay alongside the canal for a few days and then head to the coast. In the meantime, we might just take a look on Vinted. It seems you're never too old for a bikini and speedos!
Angela sizing up a new acquisition for her property portfolio? :-)