Awoke to beautiful clear blue sky this morning, and  the air was lovely and fresh. Brock cycled off to the boulangerie he’d spotted the previous day while I sat and watched the rest of the campers waking up and checking out if what they were having for breakfast was more interesting than mine would be. Pleased to say, Brock returned with pain au raisins and pain au chocolate while my neighbours ate fruit and cereal. We spent the rest of the morning sitting and relaxing by the tent listening to gentle violin music being played, the trees bristling and birds singing. We practically had the site to ourselves by this time and it felt like we were sitting in our own back garden. We were frequently visited during the day by a very nosey robin, who on several occasions even entered the tent. Lunch time arrived and Brock decided again to go on a mission to the Intermarché we still hadn’t found. I passed the time with washing duties and nosing at the comings and goings of other campers. After quite some time he returned with empty bags but was strangely pleased with himself.
‘Where’s lunch?’ I asked?
‘At last I’ve found the Intermarché’ he said
‘But where’s lunch?’ I asked again.
‘It was shut’ came the reply.
‘Arrgh’
Luckily it wasn’t too far away and would be open again at 3 and a little while later he set off again fully loaded with a shopping list we wrote while we were hungry and he soon returned bags full.
We ate a huge lunch of rillets, cheese and crackers and decided as it was such a lovely peaceful afternoon that we would stay put for the rest of the day. Brock did some bike maintenance, oiling and the such, when a very eager Frenchman ran over and with various hand signals it became clear he had a puncture on his bike which he’d just removed from his enormous camper van. Brock mended it for him, and after a chat about where we’d been and him signalling sore bottoms and flat stomach signs at us he gave Brock a beer as a thankyou. Another new camper was a lone cycle tourer who had cycled from Grenobles to Perigord and was catching a train home. After a dinner of pork hotpot we showered and went to bed, me having promised I would get up early in the morning so we could pack up, get out, and have done most of our cycling before the scorching heat of the midday sun.