Washing day today. The camp ground has one for €3 a pop. Kay and Malcolm hire bikes and we head out for a ride along the Loire. It's a hot hot day and we are pleased to stop for lunch. First we buy bread from the best bread shop so far. A lovely woman makes lots of different breads, tarts and pastries, even gluten free maize bread for Kay. The village of St-Georges-sur-Loire is quaint and the village square is a great place for a picnic. The fountain has a large pot which fills with water, displaces it's point of balance then tips out, rumbling over the stones on the way.
On the ride home Millie and I play a game where we talk about all the beautiful things we see, hear, feel, smell and taste on the way home. It's gorgeous watching dragonflies darting, eating fresh plums fom the trees and seeing snails hiding in long grass.
On the way home we are surprised by a rapidly advancing electrical summer storm. It comes from nowhere and races us home. We arrive in the nic of time and manage to move the washing under cover before we find shelter ourselves. The rain stops long enough for us to launch the BBQ and eat before it packs in again for the night.
This is the second time I am writing this post and the poem Millie wrote about the trip home with impending storm has disappeared along with the first post. Might have to co me back and do it again later as it was a ripper.
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