We’re driving through the Charente Maritime district and it’s fair to say that the word of the day has to be “oyster”. This is a land of tidal flat salt marsh, but with a […]
2017 Day Twenty One
Well I’m glad we arrived yesterday to sapphire skies and sea. Today is overcast, the colours complety different. All the better for exploring though, as we make our way to the northernwest tip of Ile […]
2017 Day Twenty
The heat has driven us to the coast in the hope of a sea breeze. Our aim is Ile de Re, a small island in the Atlantic Ocean, just off the Southwest coast. Time appears […]
2017 Day Nineteen
I’m not sure where today went. My theory is that it dissapated in the heat. Our first truly scorching day, well over 35 degrees. As a first taste, it doesn’t bode well for southern climes. […]
2017 Day Eighteen
The lovely thing about being on the Loire is that there’s lots to do. The last wild river in Europe is dotted with villages in addition to its stunning chateau. The latter, alas, not to […]
2017 Day Seventeen
At last! A rain free morning to explore. Chris has been out for an early reconnaissance and returns with a plan if not a baugette – the village’s only boulangerie is temporarily closed. I’m surprised […]
2017 Day Sixteen
The perils of GPS navigation become apparent this morning when we end up at the wrong village. More than one Lavardin it seems. Luckily our incorrect Lavardin is only a few kilometres away – the […]
2017 Day Fifteen
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. Village hopping doesn’t have quite the […]
2017 Day Fourteen
At last, a day of being still. Well, still in a fashion, in that we’re staying in the same place. Saint-Ceneri-de-Gerei is so lovely that it’s captured us a little longer. I forgot to mention […]
2017 Day Thirteen
Hmmmm. Still not quite feeling like I’m on holiday. Yes, feel free to slap me now. Not quite sure what it is, but time has developed an elasticity, not yet settling into a rythym. Perhaps […]
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