Days 28 & 29 – Somedays, nothing much happens . . .

Sometimes, you can reach the end of a day, look back on it, scratch your head. Find it hard to think of what actually happened. Just what did you do with all of those minutes?

It’s easy to consider it a wasted day. Chastise yourself. Kick your own backside. Determine to be more productive . . . tomorrow.

Even when ‘doing nothing much’, there’s always unexpected stuff going on. Usually out of sight. Behind the scenes. We wonder if this wonderful spinning act witnessed yesterday, could still be tripping the light fantastic?

Obviously on LSD

Day 28 – A simple journey to Le Moulin des Effres Camping, whereupon we do nothing at all except sit out in the sun reading (well, Mrs S did). Mr S tried his hand at catching flies . . .

Day 29 – Our rule of thumb almost gets broken. A planned double attack averted. We retreat our idea of invading Thouars and Angers on the same day. Reconsider tactics. Fall back to take on more necessary supplies at a convenient Super U. Keep to our tried and trusted strategy. Angers can wait. Tomorrow always comes.

That’s not a very nice welcome now, is it? Thouars centre ville is a Beastie-free zone.

Tempted by the marketing moguls use of the word ‘medieval’, we leave Beastie basting in the midday sun. Take advantage of some free parking, courtesy of Mr Super U. Thirty minutes later we’re entering through the ancient city walls via the Tour du Prince-de-Galles.

Who wouldn’t be tempted . . . looking good for its age – constructed in the 12thC
The original ‘Marie’, now superseded by its modern Hôtel de Ville

Of course, we try not to, but we can’t help ourselves. The door of Église Saint-Médard is wide open. “Welcome. Please enter” – we do . . . Inside it’s a pretty standard looking structure. BUT, the quality of the stained glass windows is superb.

One of several that shed shafts of glorious colours throughout

Walking back we come across this incongruous threesome. At first sight, we thought number 4 had drawn the short straw. Then we noticed number 5 . . .

Obviously only suitable for the likes of Lowry’s matchstick men.