A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
I decided to explore a little after lunch, it was now about 1.30pm. My goodness it was nice to be off the canal. As nice as it was the constantly changing views on normal roads was much more to my liking. I think I took this photo because of the board pattern that was used on the barn.
I thought I'd try and find a shop to buy a few things for a picnic dinner. I found a grocers in Colayrac Saint-Cirq where I bought a nice bottle of chilled rosé, some paté de tête, a tomato, and some cherries, I already had a half baguette. I must say it was a picnic dinner I particularly enjoyed. I gave the remaining half bottle of rosé, having drunk the other half, to the nice french family who'd lent me their hammer when I was putting up the tent.
22nd July. 19.7km, avg 13.9km/hr, max 41.3km/hr
It had started raining about 7.30pm the night before and had rained and thundered all through the night. It stopped for literally 20 minutes around 7.30am, giving me just enough time to take down the tent and pack up and get going, after 5 minutes it started raining again.
Even the sunflowers looked drenched and bedraggled.
I was off to another campsite just south of Port Saint Marie. I'd found out about it from the very helpful town hall, that I'd popped into when I'd gone out for food the previous evening. The woman in the town hall had phoned them, they had space, and it was much cheaper. So I thought I'd take the hilly, back-way there.