We camped in what we thought was a quiet little spot but it turned out to be anything but.

We went to bed just after 8pm which is the middle of the day here, the sun still high in the sky. I read for a bit then passed out around 8.50pm but was jolted awake by the church bells right next door donging loudly nine times.

This continued half-hourly and the midnight toll really took it’s toll, taking forever to finish his shift! Not only do that, the bells also do a little double dong on the half hour. As long as you remember to count the dongs you can always know what time it is without looking at your watch.

I managed to get a better sleep through the 1 and 2 hour dongings, then the party down at the pond got completely out of hand. I tell ya, frogs really know how to party. No music of course, just a heck of a lot of croaking.

This racket continued all night but I soon got used to it. Then at 4am (I know this because the church donged four times) something started randomly buzzing in my ear. I turned over and it buzzed in my other ear. It seemed to be coming from my pillow. I put all my clothes in my pillowcase and I thought a bug might have gotten in.

I tipped all my clothes out searching for the little critter. I couldn’t see it but it was dark. I put my clothes back in and lay back down. Bzzzzzz.

Blimmen heck, where is it. I turfed my pillow down the other end of the tent and slept without one. Bzzzzz came the sound from under my head. Was it in my air mat? How would I get it out of there? Bzzzzz. Bzzzz. It was becoming more regular and insistent now.

I lifted my mat and the buzzing vibrated under the tent. At least it wasn’t inside. I grabbed my kindle and whacked it. Bzzzzz. I didn’t want to break my kindle so got my sunscreen and poked where the noise came from. Bzzzz. I spent 30 minutes rolling, poking and thumping. I know this because the church double-donged 4.30am. One more thump and the noise finally stopped.

At last I could lay my head down in peace. How Mike slept through all the excitement I have no idea, but he did hear the frogs partying.

At dawn the frogs settled down and the birds started up. But I’m used to birds so I slept in until 8am.

I forgot to mention Crepe Man. We’d just finished our dinner of rice and lardons and I noticed a Crepe food truck out on the street. I asked Mike if he wanted a crepe for dessert and he said yes. But I accidentally ordered him something else. It wasn’t a crepe, and it wasn’t sweet. It was like a flatbread with some stewed apple and something vaguely looking like meat. He picked at it a bit then threw it in the bin.