It is a mark of this year’s weather that we have come to regard a day without rain, no matter how much cloud, as a good day. Such a day was today; ten tenths cloud until about about 5:00 PM…

… with a slight modification … Incey wincey spider climbed up the spout, Down came the rain and washed the spider out, Out came the sun and dried up all the rain, Incey wincey spider climbed the spout again. Today,…

Myocastor coypus – the coypu. Britain’s largest rodent reaching up to a metre in length. It was imported from South America for the fur trade and, with the expected human incompetence, was allowed to escape. It established itself firmly in…

The sun returned accompanied by a few clouds that didn’t appear too threatening. Time to go shopping, refill the tank (still over half full following our short hop up to Damvix) with precious diesel, and to look for some wi-fi…

The Marais Poitevin is an absolute haven for wildlife. On our first afternoon/evening here we saw, for our first time ever, a stoat and a pine marten. Being a combined marsh and woodland area though, probably the most striking feature…

Today we moved off to Damvix. This was a bit of a mental challenge. The journey was a mere 65 miles but it was 65 miles north and we don’t usually do north only halfway through a trip. Logic and…

Today is our last day at La Palmyre. The wind was more from the west so there a few more clouds but, consequently, it was a little warmer. We popped in to La Palmyre for one or two final essentials…

Today started cloudy with some brightness drifting through. After a lazy start to the morning, we loaded the laptop into a rucksack and cycled into La Palmyre to investigate a cybercafe we’d seen. A couple of pressions (draught beers) and…

We awoke to beautiful blue, almost cloudless sky with little wind. We’d been planning to be in Damvix in the Marais Poitevin to meet up with Mike and Linda Eaton on Sunday. Since we have such a wonderful pitch on…

Wednesday is one of two market days in La Palmyre. We’d been in to the Sunday market which was absolutely heaving with humanity. Now, after 2.5 weeks in France and without yet having had a spinning (rotisseried) chicken, we fancied…