Another day another church

We have moved again a little further north towards our channel crossing. Today saw us take a leisurely drive north through rural France. No motorways (and no tolls). It probably ends up costing more in fuel and wear and tear but hey ho, it is a pleasure to drive the country lanes and pass through villages and actually see a little of how French people live. Some of the villages are really pretty and some not so. It was really noticeable how many crosses there were in this region and several scenes depicting a full crucifixion. Several crosses and many statues onlooking. If I see another one I will make a point of stopping to try to get a picture.

We have made it to a very small village called Joué on the edge of another called Valanjou. This spot only has room for four motorhomes but it is quiet and seems perfect for a couple of days. I have a lot of work tomorrow so will be busy. We had a quick walk into the hamlet to get a picture in case there's no time tomorrow. Of course every town here has its big churchy affair and this one is no exception. Looks a bit run down in places. It actually looks like it might have been converted into a defence post during the war and never quite got restored.

Big church in Joué

Big house opposite the big church

OK hoping to catch the next two rugby matches. Have a great day.
D&S and MJ


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