Tuesday 8 September
Leaving behind Pont De L’Arche, we head south to La Suze sur Sarthe, a small town set on the river Sarthe south of Le Mans, having passed the famous race circuit shortly before arrival.
We pitched up in a lovely aire alongside the said river which did cost 5 Euros and included free electricity if you were happy to squeeze up along with the other sheep inside a field away from the river front or were lucky to grab one of the 4 spots at the front connected to the supply. I plumped for the lovely view with lots of room and overlooking the water without the power and just coughed up with a smile.
As the weather was sunny and warm, we set off on a bike ride originally alongside the river but the path soon ran out and so we headed through the town and out into the country roads where we didn’t see a single vehicle until arriving back in La Suze. It was perfect for Jane’s inexperienced legs to get some cycling practice.
Stopping for a very swift one in the town and picking up a couple of pieces of “Tarte Au Pomme “ ( Apple Tart for those that don’t know any French ) which we rewarded ourselves as our dessert after a lovely steak & salad dinner later. We spent the rest of the evening sitting out looking at the river enjoying the view before it was time to head towards the Land of Nod
Wednesday 9 September
We set off early this morning because I wanted to get an early place in La Rochelle aire. La Rochelle is a quaint sea port on the Atlantic coast on the West of France. We arrive in the aire around 12.30. It was however pretty Naff and was a basic car park which was busy and afforded no view or bits of grass to sit on with our seats later.
Jane’s leg where she was stung a couple of days is giving her a bit of jip, so she is O.D.ing on Antihistamines ( it’s an excuse not to get back on the bikes really ! )
We made an executive decision that we would not stay overnight here but that we’d spend several hours having a nice wander around. The aire was about 1 ½ kilometres into the old town which we walked to and was very picturesque and certainly worth a visit ( but don’t choose to stop on the aires ! ). Having done so we selected a nice restaurant in the shade just off from the old town port area to rest our legs. Jane had her French favourites Moule Frites, whilst I chose a nice piece of white fish and rice. We continued our perambulation around the old town for a while longer before finally heading back to “Cis”
We left La Rochelle and headed inland to what looked like a very nice aire at St Jean D’Angerley but Mon Dieu ! unfortunately because of the later time than I would normally choose to arrive it was full to overflowing and we couldn’t fit our little “Cis” in so we headed further inland and south. ( That’s why I like to drive mornings only and pitch up at lunchtime )
We drove into a small village about 30 minutes from St Jean D’Angerley and spotted a large car park back from the road which a couple of French motorhomes had already pitched up in, so in true “do as the French do” we joined them ( at a discreet distance of course). We decamped the chairs onto the grass and relaxed from the journey with a beer or two followed by Cheese & Biscuits before the sun went to bed and we quickly followed it.