300 kms so far…

We spent a lovely two nights in Fougeres and felt really rested. As we cycled out of town, I stopped to give way to a car on the roundabout. The car behind me screeched his brakes and almost ran into me. Then he tooted telling me to go. I yelled at him and said ‘c’est la voiture’ and pointed at the car. Okay, I actually yelled ‘there’s a car’ but he wouldn’t have listened either way as he sped off past me when the car had gone. Very rude.

The morning was a drag. The road was busy and we had a head wind. It was one of those days where you put your head down and just want to get there.

We were heading towards rain clouds. A bunch of cows were sitting in a paddock indicating a 100 percent chance of rain.

Our jaws dropped as we arrived in the town of Vitre. A chateau loomed on our left and we cycled down the hill through medieval streets, stopping to take many photos.

We fuelled up on a pain au raisin and ham baguette before heading to our campground. On the way we finally found a shop that sold a blanket. Now I can finally use our picnic blanket for what it was designed for!

We set up camp and set up our awning with enough space to sit under if it rained. Thankfully we did as it started raining as we were cooking dinner. Tonight we had bacon and rice followed by blueberries and chocolate for dessert. A big day tomorrow, probably about 55 kms.

The lady had the campground made a big fuss of Mike being a kiwi and took a photo of him with his Nz passport and put it on their instagram page.