Thursday 24th April - Aiguillon to La Rochelle

Woke to a mist over the marsh.

Managed to commune with some fellow travellers today when we met a young recumbant couple en route. He was from Brittany and she was Turkish; having walked out of their jobs seeing no pensionable future in France’s Social Model, they invested in their bikes and were heading to Turkey - a six month trip and no plans to return within four years (we have just revised ours . . . )

Lunch was at a fantastic fortified church in the marshes in the sleepy town of Espanes. It was so good that clearly, 1000 years ago, the civic committee convened after its completion to discuss future plans but decided, you know what, I think that's job done for this town!

Showers loomed as we headed into La Rochelle for a bar of chocolate in a bus shelter ;-) Just having sorted out which campsite to head for, Myrtle had her fifth rear flat a mile form that night’s humble home.

Myrtle back on the go, we pitched camp in the rain before the skies began to clear.
An aperitif on the quay was calling!