Rain, rain, go away. If only. It’s set to rain today and tomorrow and whilst I’m sure the endless corn fields we drive through are welcoming it…enough already.
Our next village, Sainte-Suzanne has a history dating back centuries: it was fortified in the 11th century and its defence wall is still largely intact.
I clearly need to improve my knowledge of French history – I thought William’s efforts were only directed at England. We lap the wall, our companions a group of primary school children, excitedly chattering about all they see. It’s certainly an impressive sight, easily ten feet wide in most parts.
Sainte-Suzanne is perched on a rocky outcrop with scenic views through the valleys that surround it. A mediaeval garden sits below us, no doubt serving the Renaissance chateau that anchors the village.
In the village walls, the streets are virtually empty. The locals are tucked away in their pretty stone cottages, or judging by the noise coming from the bars, seizing the excuse of a rainy day to drink the afternoon away. It’s not bad option, but we need to be on our way. Pastries from the local patisserier will have to suffice. One thing is sure about being in France, it’s very hard to resist the food.
We drive through the Parc naturel regional Normandie-Maine in the late afternoon, beautiful forested greenery with tantilsing signs warning of wild deer. We’ve seen three so far: two pretending to be sheep, given away by their height and pretty tufted tails, and another, peaking from the forest. Gorgeous, shy, lovely creatures. None this afternoon, but I live in hope.