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 to Meung-sur-Loire on the banks of the river Loire. This is a fine spot and a very pretty town with plenty of space for the vans. Our total spend to date on camp sites is zero for pitch fees and Euro 2 for water (you might recall the story of the token in Sereilhac in an earlier post). As a Scotsman might say, "not bad" but in reality very good!

Meung-sur-Loire

For as pretty as it is though it does not have good data reception with only one liuttle bar on my signal strength. Data is taking forever to load so there will be only limited images. This is the Bridge over the river Loire as seen from our 5km AKADAY walk this morning. Once again we got it completed dry. We were discussing that this is our fourth year and we have never had to do the 5km in anything other than dry conditions. I doubt that we can achieve that this year as we travel into England, then maybe Wales and then Scotland to complete a four country epic. We are bound to get a soaking or two I suppose.

Bridge over the river Loire

This seems to be the centre piece of the town. It's a big church with a characteristic pointy bit reaching far into the sky. It has rather intresting Butress type attachments on the outside and I rather suspect that they are actually integral to some inner structure that we can't see. Maybe not, I guess we'll never know. You will note that I managed to cut the very pointiest bit of the pointy bit off my photograph so you'll have to imagine that too. You can make it as spectaularly pointy or as blunt as you desire.


We bought the most delicious French bread stick in the local shop for lunch and we are almost ready to start heading for our rendezvous with the delightful Rachel Quandalle. Can't wait. Hope you are all having a fabulous day.






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