Here is another case of the unexpected. we had no particular reason to stay at Chasseneuil other than it happened to have a municipal campsite a a convenient distance on the way from Cognac to St Junien, however, it also happens to be the site of the memorial to the French Resistance, which is situated just a few hundred metres from the campsite, so we went up to have a look. The monument serves as a crypt for the regional leaders of the Resistance and is sculpted with frescos depicting the struggle and eventual triumph of the heroes of the Resistance, with a large war cemetery of over 2000 graves adjacent to it.
Today was a rest day to allow us to re-hydrate after the rigors of yesterday, though S did forego the ice bath which I assured her would speed her recovery. Instead she would have opted for the iced wine but all that was to be had was warm red - the rigors of the elite athlete know no bounds. We will be at the gite tomorrow so I was forced to use all the bits of food in various bags - cue another veggie curry, some of which the campsite cat also enjoyed. As I was preparing said meal the camp commandant came over and cheerfully informed us that we could shelter in the school down the road if necessary because a thunderstorm w forecast to possibly hit later this evening. This wouldn't normally be a concern except that at the last campsite a storm had hit the day before we arrived with such ferocity that tree branches had fallen all over the site, hence the visit if the tree surgeon as recored in an earlier post. Indeed, as I sit here, the storm clouds do seem to be gathering and looking somewhat ominous . . . and we have a tree next to our tent . . . oh dear.
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