Bridge over the River Loire
Bridge over the River Loire Although we had decided to stay three nights at the previous camp, we somewhat spontaneously decided to move yesterday. We quickly packed up shop, stablised our movables and untied the Kayak from her moorings. We were travelling again. North, north, ever northwards in the gerneral direction of Paris. Sheila had identified a spot in Saran on the outskirts of Orleans and I had identified a possible place a few kilometres south of that. When we passed the place I had found it looked much, much nicer than the photos but we decided to keep on to the other place. As a policeman in Kuala Lumpur (for policeman actually substitute extortionist) once told me, "you make very big mistake" as he persuaded me to part with a sum of money from my wallet. The second place was nothing like the photos either but in the other way. It was rammed full anyway with only one partially suitable space left. The Kayak was sailing again and we ended up backtracking a little ...