Première Classe Saint Nazaire - Trignac
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... the Erdre; discovered that it had been diverted under the city so there are many largish boats which will never get to sea again.
It was a little strange to be in a city on a hill, we've been in the lowlands too long. There is still plenty of flat area though, that is where the old docklands and shipbuilding took place. The ship factories have been turned into parks and in one case a place called Iles ...
... the bike handles without 3 ton of **** on it. (That doesn't include me Meynell).
Quick coffee stop at Pont Aven, buy some stamps, (easier said than done). Get spoken to by some French weirdos, one of whom really wanted to bum a fag and the other was a half soaked girl with herpes who liked Australia. Back to the hotel.
... or in our terms maintained by the County Council.
Needless to say, even the boneheads at Garmin can't differentiate the standard of one D road to another, neither can I. It could be brilliant or a complete patchwork quilt, it's a lottery.
The day was dull and overcast but dry.
Me and Will set off, bright and early, about 12.30pm, grabbed an N road out of Nantes and then hit the D roads.
Absolutely brilliant but we had some mileage to do.....
... br> Boof!! This pigeon came from nowhere and exploded on the rear back quarter of the Merc.
It all happened so quick, I ducked down behind my shield but had no choice but to ride through a cloud of feathers and snot. Yummy. That livened my ideas up somewhat.
Later on we were going through this village at a slow pace, up ahead I saw this dog stood at the side of the road and he was staring me out. As I got closer I slowed ...
... lovely walk round the lake with my neighbour only to find I couldn't unlock the door. Luckily I could open the cab door and climb in that way but try as I might the door to the habitation area remained firmly locked. Once again I collected a little group of men willing to sort out the problem but they all failed so as a last resort I went to ask the site owner (who speaks no English) if he could recommend a garage where ...