Well, they say pride comes before a fall, and so it was with my smugness imbued by the chateau booking. Having spent one night in luxury, S now had to take a relative downgrade and, as it looked to be, endure seven with the chats – a distictly feline whiff which permeated the flat I had booked for the week. Admitting defeat, I decided to take a direct hit in the wallet, so have bailed out and made a ‘get out of jail’ booking at La Baule, a seaside resort 50 km towards Vannes – we leave tomorrow.
But, while here, we did manage to squeeze in a bike ride and some other activites. There being not much (i.e. Zero) to do in Le Pellerin, we went for a short, 53 km, ride down the river on the Loire à Velo path towards St Nazaire. This we undertook in civvies – to the un-initiated this means wearing ordinary shorts and underpants as opposed to cycling shorts, which are, de rigeur, worn ‘commando’. Unfortunately this was a monday, so we fell victim to the ferme lundi syndrome which appertains in large parts of France. When we got to our destination of Peimboeuf, despite the magnificent view across the estuary to the St Nazaire Oil Refinery . . .
everything was closed as Merthyr Tydfil on a wet sunday afternoon in the ’70s.
No matter, we had thoughtfully stocked up at the local patisserie before leaving . . .