Our moated home was enough incentive to have a bath. The idea to be surrounded by water twice in the one night was appealing. And because we couldn’t direct the water from the bath to the shower without busting something made it doubly so.
From heatwave to cold was a pleasant shock and a reason to show the extra gear in our pack was not just superfluous filling. It also allows for breath taking breaks as walking of course makes you hot.
Our book took us up an intermittent grade for most of our walk, a good change as the long continuous flat can often be more arduous even though yesterday took us through grazing paddocks. Today it is more farming but so lush with clouds all day showing us glimpses of warmth which we are now enjoying.
Tall evergreen forests give another contrast with carpets of bluebells escaping the wind and the stunning blue takes our minds off our tired limbs. When a break is needed it is a matter of finding a mound of something, in the sun and out of the wind, not easy but achievable.
Through a few housed streets and into our unknown village. Our search for a rest house with drinks was helped by friendly locals. The timing was perfect for us, for as we were ordering, a car hit another on the footpath outside. It stirred the locals into action as one of the drivers was injured. First to arrive was the ‘victims’ unit, then the fire brigade, finally the police. In the meantime Corrie’s ‘au lait coffee’ had no lait, my chocolate was left off my saucer, and I couldn’t go searching for a bed because the whole village was blocking the door. But I did see the injured man taken to the ‘victims’ van and he looked okay.
Another couple of kms and we’re ensconced in a camping site ‘Chalet’. It’s holidays but fortunately the French are finding it tough so their bed was ours.