To Saleilles, 3 October 2021

I slept badly because it was really stormy all night which can be quite fun, but can also be scary when the van rocks and rocks.  This morning, the wind had dropped, although it has continued to rain on and off all day.  

We started slowly, our body clocks not yet being on French time.  Our first port of call was Auchan where I did a shopping, but the Swan Whisperer was hassled by asylum seekers trying to get in and had to lock himself in.  

Next stop was the Baie de Somme, where we had lunch; after which I was incredibly sleepy and slept on and off for the next two hours while we drove down to Normandy.  We had been going to park up by the Seine, but the aire - a car-park, really - was full and rather noisy, as just beside the road.  We found somewhere to pull in while we had a cup of tea and a rethink, and discovered this lovely farm site.  It's not France Passion, so not free, but not expensive either, and does have electricity and services.  And very quiet, except for cows mooing.  

Or money was taken by a teenage boy, a little older than our grandson, but typically monosyllabic and resentful at being dragged away from his iPad to answer the door to a couple of elderly tourists!  Never mind, although we would love a farm tour if it is possible.  He wasn't going to escort us!

The Swan Whisperer has gone for a walk, and soon I am going to get supper.  Meanwhile I am sitting here with the door open airing out the van!