We rolled off the ferry mid-morning into a warm and sunny day, extracted ourselves from the city and the main roads, and after a pleasant ride stopped for lunch in Domfront, famous for its cider and perry. It would have been rude not to try a sample with my croque monsieur:
Yes, I know it looks like a teacup full of wee, but it was delicious.
I was a bit sleepy after lunch.
It was Howard, however - who had stuck to tap water - who set off on the wrong side of the road after our meal and nearly got a car in the face. There's a moral there.
The air was thick with floating dandelion fluff. Stopping only for fuel, we made good time to our first night's stop at Holiday Loire and were soon enjoying one of Andy and Maggie's fine dinners washed down with local wine.
In bed I finished the first of the three books I'd brought and reflected that perhaps I do need a Kindle after all.