Thursday, 23 January 2020

Thursday 23 January - Villedômer

Where's Bertie? He's in the Aire at Villedômer where he's been a couple of times before. When looking up the location of the place this morning I nearly changed our plan when I read that an €8 (plus tourist tax) charge now applies. A bit more digging suggested it only applies from June to September and that was confirmed upon arrival.
Weather: Another misty and murky start, but clearing to sunshine this afternoon. Temperature between 1 and 4 degrees.

Having read last year's blog post about the journey we were to do today, I learnt that we had left Neufchâtel at 11am. I thus set that as our target departure time this morning. The only challenge was that last year I took a 4 mile run along the Avenue Verte (ex-railway line, now a cycle/leisure route) at Neufchâtel and this morning I had a 9-miler on the agenda.

Mick joined me for the first four miles, running out to the SE for 2 miles before turning, then Mick peeled off as we passed the Aire and I continued another 2.5 miles to the NW before turning again. Even though the first hints of light were only just starting to seep into the day when we'd set out, it was the final 2.5 miles that felt the coldest. There wasn't much of a breeze at all, but with it head-on, it quickly numbed my gloved hands.


Along the Avenue Verte

A quick breakfast preceded us packing away in double-quick time (we had electricity to unplug and ramps, chocks and exterior window blinds to remove - a lot of paraphernalia was out last night!). Our efficiency was maintained at the service point, and we even managed to march through a trip to Lidl. It was just after ten to eleven as we pulled out of Lidl's car park.

The rest of the day: drive, drive, lunch, switch drivers, drive, drive, switch drivers, drive, drive drive. I imagine tomorrow will look remarkably similar, but probably with an extra stop.

More murky weather, but it did brighten up this afternoon.

A quick leg-stretch around Villedômer was had on arrival, but after this morning's exercise, and having been here a couple of times before, we didn't feel obliged to go very far. The wares of the Patisserie were eyed up as we passed, but we resisted. We have a ridiculous amount of cake already on board (half a huge Christmas cake, a Dundee cake and a dozen Welsh cakes remain from the haul we came away with), although it would feel slightly wrong to pass all the way through France without buying a single Religieuse or Tarte au Citron ... maybe tomorrow.

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