I wonder if you can guess whose maison we dropped in on today?
Penultimate day finds us pushing Beastie along our longest day yet. 225 miles. All non motorway. Pat’s having a whale of a time. We ignore her when we know better. At such a time we stop for a milk and chocolate biscuit break. Randomly double checking her “route” against Mr Google’s we can see Claud Monet’s place is twelve minutes away. Fifteen or so years ago we were this way. Made a special trip. It was August. The place was heaving. Queues, queues and queues. We gave up. So we abandon the notion of getting to the next Aire as early as possible. Too good an opportunity. We are not disappointed. The garden and lilly pond filling our internal storage with some memorable images. We are not alone. Facebook must be filling up fast too. Everyone is a photophanatic. I heard that the total number of photos taken worlwide last year was greater than the previous ten years combined.
Since we’ve been over here we’ve noticed only three static speed cameras. They are completely different to ours back home. Discreetly blending in with the road side furniture. Like aesthetic aliens. Predator like. Invisible unless you look very very carefully. We are wise to their disguise. “Zapped” in week one. “Zapped” in week eight (today) – not wise enough though! A muddy coating over both number plates required.