Day 11 - Nantes to Mont St Michel
Woke late today having been up in the night for bite cream application! Noticed also that we have been sold preventative spray for ‘mosquites tigres’. I know they have been vicious but I have never heard of a Tiger Mosquito but it might explain how desperately we have needed the cream, my foot looked like a Cornish pasty it was so swollen - not pretty!
Anyway we finally got going (not before we noticed one of smartie’s tie down straps had snapped and we had lost the bolt and split pin holding one of the ramps, now being held on by a bent spoon.) Hard to believe but in France the B and Q style store closes for a 2 hour lunch break and doesn’t open on Sundays.
We headed towards the North coast as we were hoping to stay at a campsite right by the beach and opposite Le Mont St-Michel. Failed miserably on that front, arrived at the barrier only to be told we needed an access code to get in, we would have to phone the hotel (what hotel?) and book a place and they would give us a code! We didn’t have enough French for that so we told her we wouldn’t be staying! Unfortunately by this time we had gathered quite a queue behind us who all had to back up so that we could reverse and get the hell out of there!! Eventually found a place half a mile down the road and settled in to a tiny space which needed microscopic manoeuvring to get into just in time for Jon to disappear and find himself a bar with TV showing the England match. Me? I just laid down in the sun and read my book, bliss!
Anyway we finally got going (not before we noticed one of smartie’s tie down straps had snapped and we had lost the bolt and split pin holding one of the ramps, now being held on by a bent spoon.) Hard to believe but in France the B and Q style store closes for a 2 hour lunch break and doesn’t open on Sundays.
We headed towards the North coast as we were hoping to stay at a campsite right by the beach and opposite Le Mont St-Michel. Failed miserably on that front, arrived at the barrier only to be told we needed an access code to get in, we would have to phone the hotel (what hotel?) and book a place and they would give us a code! We didn’t have enough French for that so we told her we wouldn’t be staying! Unfortunately by this time we had gathered quite a queue behind us who all had to back up so that we could reverse and get the hell out of there!! Eventually found a place half a mile down the road and settled in to a tiny space which needed microscopic manoeuvring to get into just in time for Jon to disappear and find himself a bar with TV showing the England match. Me? I just laid down in the sun and read my book, bliss!




haha - brings back memories of the time we learnt about DIY store opening times too!
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