Diversion
Brian has decided to go on cycle paths instead of main roads, so a more leisurely time on the road, and quieter. Except they seem to disappear or close without warning, never mind, we’ll go the pretty way.
Vittelfleur had another bridge over a river, pretty but a bit fierce!
Vittelfleur
Veulettes-sur-Mer had a Lidl so Brian was happy to get some different (bargain) food to cook.
Angerville La Martel, photographed by a signpost,
Angerville La Martel
I suppose that means I know where I am, ooh and I get the map! Do you think I’ll be navigating? Nah, me either! Anyone would think I was the one who gets lost.
The map agrees Angerville la Martel
400 miles already,
it doesn’t feel that far, but then I have only moved about 4 feet in the same time. Is that what that Einstein man meant about the theory of relativity? I never did understand physics, and what is that about string theory… It’s as long as a piece of string?
(Ermintrude: Is this what you meant by diversions?)
Buffet for the discerning snail
Brian seemed a bit disappointed when we arrived at Petiville, there were lots of old caravans and neglected pitches, but there were also lots of interesting plants and weeds for me to taste, gourmet mollusc – me!
He had leftovers…his favourites!
Leaving Petiville, we stopped at a church in Vatteville la Rue (no time to visit the flower bed though)
Vatteville la Rue Church and memorial
before going up and down the Seine, and across a vast suspension bridge at Pont de Brotonne (I don’t like bridges much, especially one so high and open) and then on to Toutenville. The transport went off out for dinner (and more alcohol) so I had an early night.
In the morning we were slow setting off because there was wifi (weird vibrations) and a tumble dryer (more weird vibrations) which pleased Brian no end. Small pleasures apparently.
On the way from Toutenville to Lisieux next day we stopped for lunch in a village where yet another river ran between the houses, but I was given a chance to feast on proper cultivated plants (that I recognised!) even though I was overlooking the water, and could have stayed there all afternoon munching on sweet leaves and flowers. Huh! Chance would be a fine thing, no rest for the carried.
Proper food at last !
And then I had to be the mechanic’s mate, as someone (nasty persons) had thrown drawing pins in the road and the bicycle got a puncture. Good job I was travelling in the bar bag, I can do without spiky things to glide over.
Mechanic’s mate – I do come in useful!