While out and about on Tuesday we'd spotted people pedalling a strange metal cart along railway tracks. This turned out to be the Vélo-Rail, and I really fancied a go.
We stopped for coffee and, in my case, a passionfruit eclair along the way. The first vélo-rail we tried turned out to be operating only if you booked in advance, but there were several in the area, which is how we ended up in the picture postcard spa and casino town of Bagnoles-de-l'Orne.
We clanked and panted our way along 5km of disused railway line before spinning our vehicle on a tiny turntable and clanking all the way back again. On the way we saw what we initially thought was a marten, but on consulting Google back at the hotel decided was a mink (we are choosing to believe a cute and critically endangered European one rather than the North American invader).