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Published: June 14th 2015
We had planned quite a long driving day today to get us down through Normandy to Fougères
. This was plan B as original Plan A was Rennes but we had ditched that because we’ve done Rennes before but had forgotten.
Last night it rained and rained and everywhere was pretty soaked but by the time we got up it had cleared up and blue sky was trying to break through.
We were packed up and ready to leave by 9am, campsite was already paid so we set off in the general direction of South. Bob had spent quite a while the night before planning a non-motorway route. Clarissa Tomtom is a little too eager sometimes to take us down the main dual carriageways when the local main roads will do just as well, so Bob has to be quite persuasive with her.
It was an excellent route. We went a little way East first to avoid travelling down the coast and then headed due south for the Pont de Brotonne where we needed to cross the River Seine.
A really lovely drive through some wonderfully scenic villages and small towns filled
with lots of flowers and the lovely, often colourful, timbered buildings which are a feature of this area of Normandy. My camera went clickety click, clickety click.
I was especially trying to get a good photo of some of the fields full of linseed which we passed as they are in full bloom and a luminous beautiful blue.
By the time we stopped for lunch the sun had come out and we have begun to be hopeful that we are going to get some nice weather.
Once over the dramatic bridge we followed the road to Alençon, turning off just before we reached it and then following a series of A roads through the countryside and more pretty towns and villages on the way. We were heading for
Fougères for the municipal campsite there as the plan was to stop one night and visit the city once we had checked in. This is when the plan went wrong as the warden was not due back until 17.30, the barrier was down and it was only 14.45. If we waited we would not have time to make any meaningful visit to the city
so we didn’t wait. Fougères will have to wait for us as we are now another 200km further south.
Bob decided he didn’t mind carrying on with the drive and at least we won’t be driving tomorrow so we headed straight for our next planned stop at Quiberon, the presqu’il in southern Brittany. An easy drive, for me anyway as I just sat there clickety clicking and occasionally nodding as it’s been a lovely warm and sunny day.
We loved Ambrieres les Vallees with its chateau perched above a weir but didn’t have time to stop.
We were intrigued as we drove through one series of villages all with bicycles, many painted in bright colours, fastened to lampposts, walls and fences. Very odd but we concluded that the Tour de France must be passing along that route. Sure enough, I’ve just checked and stage 7 goes from Lavarot to Fougères.
I’m pleased to have an explanation for all those oddly positioned bikes.
We arrived at the campsite just before 6 and just in time for me to have a swim in the lovely big covered pool, empty
except for me. We’ll stop here for a couple of days and hopefully the sun will shine.
Our campsite is Flowers Camping – Bois d’Amour and is only a very short walk from the sandy beach.
Tot: 0.055s; Tpl: 0.019s; cc: 11; qc: 25; dbt: 0.0085s; 1; m:saturn w:www (188.8.131.52); sld: 2;
; mem: 1.2mb