2018-09-08 Villeneuve en Perseigne to Lassay sur Croisne

Previous Day :: Trek Overview :: Next Day

Villeneuve en Perseigne to Lassay sur Croisne

Villeneuve en Perseigne to Lassay sur Croisne

When I wake the clock shows 07.42, but it has reset itself onto UK time, so it turns out that it is 08.32. We drink coffee and breakfast. We watch most of our later-arriving neighbours go and we contemplate a walk in the forest to the Bellevedere tower or get on our way.

We get on our way, taking the D284 and then D3 to Mamers. Here we find a filling station selling LPG so fill up and further on a ‘Super’ Intermarché so stop and buy a good selection of cheese, Serrano ham and Cremant de Bourgogne. Here Gill am ‘told off’ by some arsy store assistant for going to get a basket through an entrance that was ‘not permissible’! She babbles French at me at top speed in her high-pitched voice (probably because I set a beeper off). I haven’t got sufficient French to explain to her that if she moved the baskets next to the ‘permissible’ entrance (like the layout in all the other Intermarchés) I would never have used the other one. Heyho, I don’t suppose she would have listened even if I could have explained.

Back on our way we head south towards Le Mans on the D2/D316 and onto D1. We stop in the forest for lunch and back on the D1. After lunch we swap drivers, my turn taking the D867/D956 to Blois, a medium-sized town which is very busy (it is now about 4.30pm). From Blois the D 765 for some miles to Mur de Sologne and the D20 to the small village of Lassay sur Croisne. Here we find a small, newly made Aire with four gravel pitches (with electricity) next to the lake. We are the first to arrive, park up on the grassy area next to the lake and get the outdoor mat, table and chairs out. It is peaceful and quiet.

Later two more campers arrive, and we find a new WC with wash basin at the entrance with a children’s playground, where locals are playing, and the water and disposal facilities. We sit by the lake and drink a bottle of the sparkling Cremant and eat spicy lamb for tea. Later a person arrives to collect our €5 for our pitch on the Aire (which includes electricity and water!) and Mr C. (aka Alan) chats to the people in the other two campers, practising his French.

Later, lying in bed we hear two owls calling, one twit-twoo the other screeching (tawny owl and barn owl respectively). I am drifting off to sleep but hear a low engine rumble and crunching of tyres on gravel, another camper arriving, surely not? I look at the clock, it is 11.23pm, I get up and look out of the window as I am now wide awake, sure enough, it parks in the one remaining space opposite us and alongside and very close to another. In the total silence of the night, it is noisy as they park, talk and walk round to find the hook-up. I am amazed that people arrive so late on such a small and rural Aire, inconsiderate to the others who are sleeping.

It takes a while to go back to sleep.

Our trek through France and Northern Spain

Click any image to enlarge

Summary of motorhome journey through France and Northern Spain