Where's Bertie? He's at the commercial Aire at Neufchâtel-en-Bray, where he's been on a few previous occasions. It's still €12 with all facilities you'd expect at a campsite.
Weather: Foggy start, clearing to sunshine this afternoon.
Yesterday morning I woke up in Saint Genouph at 5.20am and with one heck of a start. The cause? A revving engine that was squealing like a stuck pig. It was an early start for our neighbour, whose van looked to be at least 30 years old and whose engine has definitely seen better days.
Before we hit the road ourselves (at a far more sociable hour!) I took a little bit of a stroll. The signage in the Aire perhaps summed the place up in stating the local highlights: free wifi at the Aire; walks starting behind the church; and a vegetable vending machine at the Mairie. When a vegetable vending machine is one of your main boasts, there probably isn't a lot to see - which is a good thing really, as I didn't have the best conditions in which to appreciate the place:
Indecision as to destination preceded our departure: to break the remaining journey into chunks of not-too-much-driving-each-day, or to have a big driving day followed by a day of being stationary? The decision made was that we didn't yet need to decide, as wherever we stopped it wasn't going to be more than a metaphorical stone's throw from our route north.
A detour of less than 100m from the main road gave us this view for our lunchbreak.
We went short in the end, parking up at Nonancourt early in the afternoon, giving us plenty of time for a leg-stretch. The last time we were there was the first week of November 2016 and neither of us had strong recollections of the place, although our memories were jogged as we walked.
Looking along one of the two water courses that separate Nonancourt from its neighbour.
Just one of the half-timbered houses. In a nearby street there's a whole higgledy-piggledy row of them.
I'd intended going for a run around Nonancourt this morning, but waking up to a chilly start I talked myself out of it on the bases that it would be busy with people going to school/work, it was cold and it was foggy. It suddenly made far more sense to have a quick breakfast, drive 2 hours up the road and run when we arrived in Neufchâtel (the Aire sits right across the road from a disused railway line leisure route), so that's exactly what I did.
Tomorrow will see us take our final hop up to Calais and on Friday morning we'll cross back to the UK. Within a day or two we'll then be at home, whereupon I'll be able to find out if the running on this trip has cancelled out the cakes, such that I can fit into my posh frock for a do we're attending at the beginning of April!
Talking of cakes...
(The only point of note on today's journey (noteworthy for my own reference; I appreciate this is likely not remotely interesting to anyone else) is that it's not worth taking the toll road for the 12 kilometres preceding the free section south of Rouen. The €3.30 charge saved us (per the SatNav) 3km and less than 8 minutes. At least now we know.)
Weather: Foggy start, clearing to sunshine this afternoon.
Yesterday morning I woke up in Saint Genouph at 5.20am and with one heck of a start. The cause? A revving engine that was squealing like a stuck pig. It was an early start for our neighbour, whose van looked to be at least 30 years old and whose engine has definitely seen better days.
Before we hit the road ourselves (at a far more sociable hour!) I took a little bit of a stroll. The signage in the Aire perhaps summed the place up in stating the local highlights: free wifi at the Aire; walks starting behind the church; and a vegetable vending machine at the Mairie. When a vegetable vending machine is one of your main boasts, there probably isn't a lot to see - which is a good thing really, as I didn't have the best conditions in which to appreciate the place:
Indecision as to destination preceded our departure: to break the remaining journey into chunks of not-too-much-driving-each-day, or to have a big driving day followed by a day of being stationary? The decision made was that we didn't yet need to decide, as wherever we stopped it wasn't going to be more than a metaphorical stone's throw from our route north.
A detour of less than 100m from the main road gave us this view for our lunchbreak.
We went short in the end, parking up at Nonancourt early in the afternoon, giving us plenty of time for a leg-stretch. The last time we were there was the first week of November 2016 and neither of us had strong recollections of the place, although our memories were jogged as we walked.
I'd intended going for a run around Nonancourt this morning, but waking up to a chilly start I talked myself out of it on the bases that it would be busy with people going to school/work, it was cold and it was foggy. It suddenly made far more sense to have a quick breakfast, drive 2 hours up the road and run when we arrived in Neufchâtel (the Aire sits right across the road from a disused railway line leisure route), so that's exactly what I did.
Tomorrow will see us take our final hop up to Calais and on Friday morning we'll cross back to the UK. Within a day or two we'll then be at home, whereupon I'll be able to find out if the running on this trip has cancelled out the cakes, such that I can fit into my posh frock for a do we're attending at the beginning of April!
Talking of cakes...
(The only point of note on today's journey (noteworthy for my own reference; I appreciate this is likely not remotely interesting to anyone else) is that it's not worth taking the toll road for the 12 kilometres preceding the free section south of Rouen. The €3.30 charge saved us (per the SatNav) 3km and less than 8 minutes. At least now we know.)
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