The next section of the trip was pretty flat because we were cycling along the canal d’Ille-et-Rance, which was nice and quiet.  It was just long enough before it could start to get too ‘samey’ and boring!

When we got to  Tinteniac, we missed the sign for the campsite that we were looking for, and as we seemed to be heading out of the town, we realised we must have been following the wrong campsite sign!

A little later, having finally found the local municipal campsite, we spoke to a couple of French cycle tourers and were told that you find your own pitch and the manager will come and collect your camp fees (which were cheap) later. Well, when given a choice of pitch, it is almost impossible to make a decision! We spent  the next fifteen minutes comparing pitches: is it flat, does it slope the wrong way, is it too much in the shade, will the sun be on the tent first thing in the morning to help dry any condensation, will we have noisy neighbours? HELP!!

Tent eventually up, camp chairs out, sat in the sun with a welcome cup of tea, starting to feel relaxed, then came a loud crashing sound of breaking glass. ‘What the hell was that?!!’ When I went to investigate around the other side of the hedge, I realised we were camping next to the recycling and rubbish bins! And the smell also permeated the air later. Great choice!

To be continued ……