We left the pretty little town of Saint Pere in good time , Barb a little nervous after her little accident very close to the end of the days ride . Fortunately it was not serious , no major damage to bike or body , but left her feeling a little less confident in the traffic .

We were both happy to note that our route became more and more cycle safe , with few cars or troublesome intersections

Only about 10 odd kms into the ride we arrived at this magic little town with an interesting market. We spent about a hour buying fresh food , the fish monger gave me a big bag of ice for the cooler and would take no money for it . Was very useful as our backup water was lovely and cool later into our hot day , and it keeps the meat and cheese cool .

Our first view slightly disappointed us as we were hoping for naked swims . Well running out 1 km over muddy sand wasn’t an option for propriety sake at least !

Our daily routine now settled , I rise at 6 am and start faffing round , getting stuff ready , brewing Barbs special coffee done to her most exacting specifications. Barbs eventually stirs and starts her work of packing away sleeping bags and getting the tent ready for derection ( new word , opposite to erection but less sexy )

Day 23 … 3 in hotel beds , 2 nights glamping tent , the balance of 18 nights in our Hilleberg tent 🏕️

It’s actually easier now , somehow more comfortable. Moving into uncharted territory now .