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Another travel day from Bordeaux to Rennes. Rennes is heading west and close to the west coast. The reason for going to Rennes is it is about an hour away from the famous Mont Saint Michel, and has a dedicated direct bus.
It was such a nice sunny day and the lovely green countryside made the time pass quickly. I arrive into Rennes about 5.30pm and head to my accommodation.
Its a ...
... take a 60 degree left hand blind bend with a reasonable sweep on it.****! As the bend opens up there's a red Peugeot 205 belting towards us with some ruddy faced pisshead with a greybeard heading straight towards me on my side of the road. He sees me at the last second and swerves over to his side of the road - nobhead!
Metaphoric wipe of brow. F**k, that was close. Karma - what will be, will be.
Need a ...
... best laxatives going.
We eventually arrived at the Campanile at Fougeres at 7.30pm, thank goodness that’s over. Straight in the bar, 2 liveners a piece. They stopped serving food at 8.30pm so I have a quick bite and Will skips it.
We have a walk up into Fougeres town centre but it’s deserted. I’m busting again after my 2 pints but where can I go? As I look for somewhere secluded, hey presto!, right in front of us is this ...
... on the right one and it's tough luck if we made a bad choice. After treating ourselves to some lunch we set off for the CC shops. We needed a new regulator for the solar panel as the charge doesn't seem to be getting through to the batteries. We managed to find one so off we went again. We were going to spend the night at Fougères. Fougères was full but we parked ourselves at ...
... of our hotel, but as the asphalt was replaced by cobbles and the buildings became closer together and leaned in on us as we drove past we were guided perfectly to our destination.
As we approach the centre of town Matilda stopped for some reason, leaving us completely blind. Having entered the destination earlier I couldn't ever recall the name of the hotel and as you might guess ...