Where's Bertie? His wheels have not turned, thus he remains in the Aire at Gastes.
Weather: Foggy start, clearing to sunshine, albeit with a few clouds in the middle of the day.
Walking two miles across soft sand in bare feet yesterday was a mistake; I awoke this morning with a pull in the top of my left calf muscle that was bad enough to write off any chance of going for a run. Walking has been okay though, so once the sun started to win over the morning fog, we set off to explore the village of Gastes. There turned out to be almost nothing to explore. Unless we missed something, it's a tiny place, modern by French standards, and by way of amenities has a shop (open in the mornings only), a hairdresser, a laundrette, a church and a couple of restaurants (one now closed for the winter). Presumably the hairdresser and the laundrette only exist in such a tiny place due to the influx of summer visitors to the campsites on the lake shore.
Without a run to occupy any of my time, I did some hand washing instead ... and would infinitely have preferred the run!
Another stroll was taken this afternoon, but I think that we have not only exhausted the local route options, but have repeated them all at least twice. Thus, even though it's a very pleasant spot, and at a reasonable price (there are toilets and sinks as well as the usual service point, which isn't bad for €4.50 per night), we intend to move on tomorrow.
Still a bit misty over the lake as we walked past this morning. It's a huge lake with some mystery structures dotted about it and lots of water planes taking off and landing.
Weather: Foggy start, clearing to sunshine, albeit with a few clouds in the middle of the day.
Walking two miles across soft sand in bare feet yesterday was a mistake; I awoke this morning with a pull in the top of my left calf muscle that was bad enough to write off any chance of going for a run. Walking has been okay though, so once the sun started to win over the morning fog, we set off to explore the village of Gastes. There turned out to be almost nothing to explore. Unless we missed something, it's a tiny place, modern by French standards, and by way of amenities has a shop (open in the mornings only), a hairdresser, a laundrette, a church and a couple of restaurants (one now closed for the winter). Presumably the hairdresser and the laundrette only exist in such a tiny place due to the influx of summer visitors to the campsites on the lake shore.
Without a run to occupy any of my time, I did some hand washing instead ... and would infinitely have preferred the run!
Another stroll was taken this afternoon, but I think that we have not only exhausted the local route options, but have repeated them all at least twice. Thus, even though it's a very pleasant spot, and at a reasonable price (there are toilets and sinks as well as the usual service point, which isn't bad for €4.50 per night), we intend to move on tomorrow.
Still a bit misty over the lake as we walked past this morning. It's a huge lake with some mystery structures dotted about it and lots of water planes taking off and landing.
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