Monday was a (sort of) rest day so we cycled in civvies along the Nantes-Brest canal down as far as Lac Guardelan, which is the man made lake that joins the various rivers that make the canal. The next day we set off for Guingcamp, an interesting old town, where we have checked inbto a rather nice Ibis hotel. On arrival I spent a jolly 20 min in Le Pharmacie publicly discussing possible treatments for a 'cycling related ailmnent' which had become uncomfortably apparent, which concluded with 'vous devez avoir un presctiptione pour la'. So on to la centre ville where S was detrrmined to have a traditional Breton crepe. The creperies opened at 7 so we were forced to kill time at various cafes around the town square, but it was worth the wait and we enjoyed some tasty and filling fare. Returning to the hotel we passed the communist party HQ of Guingcamp - I thought of calling in brandishing my copy of New Satesman but thought better of it remembering S's Mail on Sunday smudged fingers (which she professes to get only for the TV guide).
S has determined that she will NOT put on any weight during this trip. I can happily confirm a positive result because it has become apparent that S has morphed into the incredible shrinking woman and is now smaller than a candlestick and barely taller than an egg-cup.
Bon Soir
Love the picture, Sian looks like Mrs Pepperpot! Please try to feed her LOTS!!! She is so tiny the children at school may mistake us for Laurel and Hardy .... no prizes for guessing which one I'd be! Keep sampling the wine. Love and hugs, Marie xxx.
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