The whole venture, in fact adventure, wouldn’t
work so well without the support; that is the car to carry all the camping
things, the meetings at places where roads cross bike paths and the supply of
goodies, nourishment, water, and encouragement en route. So that’s me, my
role. So far it’s been excellent for
brushing up my map reading ( it’s probably my ignorance but a lot of Breton
names look very alike, K being the first letter it seems of lots of little villages).This
is very confusing when I’m the driver, navigator and lookout person all rolled
into one. I’ve also perfected reversals and turning round in people’s driveways
after the map reading has gone a bit astray, asking directions of all and
sundry, finding campsites in the most obscure places( why are they always down
,or up such narrow tracks?) putting up
the tent single handed and cheering Richard in at the end of a 100 plus km.
day.
I’ve also been able to see a lot of Brittany,
the interior that is: villages, churches with their distinctive towers and
steeples, the calvaires( a translation seems to be ossuaries, they being a burial place for bones) and I’ve enjoyed
beautiful walks along the river or canal whilst waiting for Richard.
So a night in a great hotel, mainly to charge batteries and access emails etc. has had the
added advantage of allowing us to miss
the only rainy night so far, great not to have to eat our porridge in the muddy
wet and instead have a buffet breakfast in the warm and dry. Today should see us at the end of the canal .
Katherine
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