We left the Loire behind today, on the train to Redon . . . back in Bretagne and hills and rain . . . but S is now trained up after days of beasting between caves, and it is sunny! So having succesfully negotiated the TER, we offed to Malestroit where S was in heaven with the long anticipated assiete du fruits de mer, and I gad a can of moules so deep it could have been Tristram cove. So with a bellyfull of oysters, winkles and muscadet we onlly had 15 miles to go . . .
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