Ran out of fuel on the Autoroute, coasted into Ville-sous-la-Ferté. Then realised while eating the only bag of crisps in town that Bernard of Clairvaux hung out round the corner. so it would have been rude not to have a look at his chapel.
Then on through higher ground to Lac de Chalain for un camping i last saw 30 years ago – it’s just the same.
and then came the budgie smuggler…
