A memory is like a 10,000 piece jigsaw, with only 1% of the pieces in their rightful place. A further 4% randomly scattered, yet always at the ready to be repositioned to recreate a more realistic picture of events long gone – should a new perspective be presented. The remaining 95% stay in deep storage. Destined never to see the light of day again.
Day 2 – Another 345K dash south ends at Camping le Rejallant, just outside Ruffec and its pretty watery kayak/sports centre, based around a series of bridge connected mid-stream islands. A perfect way to walk off the day’s trudge.
Apres-dinner relaxation finds Mr S engrossed in the European semi. Mrs S has gone for a shower. The site has little light pollution. As in it’s basically pitch black out there. To complicate matters, all pitches have been delimited with six foot six hedging. A series of off kilter walkways connect everything. If Mrs S was a tall mouse, that would present no problem. Problem is she’s a short Cheese!
At 22.41 my mobile rings. I don’t recognise the UK number. “Hello?” “Cheese, it’s me. I’m lost!” “Where are you?” “I don’t know”.
By the end of today, 22 more Stink Bugs have been given their orders.
Day 3 – Over the last three days we’ve broken our golden rule of ‘No Tolls’ – but it’s been worth it just to save time and make the final 365K to Idron and Camping bar les Sapins. Five minutes from GlassAuto and Beastie’s new windscreen.
18 more Stink Bugs released from captivity during the course of today.