A lazy entry into the sunny Sunday morning saw the crew off for bread whilst the skipper prepared the fresh egg omelettes. They were a deep orange colour only possible from hours old eggs. Fantastic. I kept mine simple with just some ham and cheese.
Aboard the wheels of steel at 11 and off to the vide greniers at Souhey. A tiny farming village just 6 Kms distant. As we left the village, along came that damned train again and we even had to wait for it at the road crossing. The four people aboard all waved enthusiastically as they crawled past.
The ride was as usual delightful.
Arriving at Souhey, we were amazed to see a coach parked and a vast number of cars. The main drag was cordoned off and we drifted down appraising the tat.
I did spot a car roof box which may have been handy but it was impossible to get it back to the boat. It was nice to see so many French people out on a Sunday and typically, at noon, the street suddenly emptied and everybody set up picnic tables and the luncheon ceremony begun. We retired to the buvette tent and enjoyed cold beer and cokes. The omelettes allowed no room for a merguez hotdog and frites, an undoubted favourite with the village youngsters.
We decided on a circuitous route back which turned out to be an inspired decision. The first four kms were to the delight of the crew, all down hill. Fabulous classic burgundy scenery of gentle rolling fields and valleys with tiny hamlets and the epitomal church spires providing a foul point to rural village community.
We had the roads to ourselves.
Collette spied a laden apple tree and we went scrumping. The panniers loaded, I was already stressed over decions on crumble or pie!
Back at base we had a lazy afternoon recovering from the hard Kms we had put in over the last fantastic few days. I got the cob organised and the chicken went in with a Cajun spice rub all over it. I made a huge pan of katofel and we slobbered through a lovely Sunday night feast washed down with a bottle of muscat. Super!
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