Day 2 - Du Pain, Du vin, No Boursin

Got up early, quite a cold night, a bit dewy in the morning, but no rain.
We had a crayfish net in the river and were hopeful for brekky, but alas.......nowt.

Set off for Oradure sur la Glane, which is a town in central France which was destroyed after the end of WW2 by retreating Germans apparently as some sort of retreating revenge.
It is a very special place, pretty much left as it was , with only the rubble that lay in the road having been removed. It makes you feel like you're on the set of Saving Private Ryan, it is that haunting.
There are wrecked cars lying under rubble, Sewing machines left on windowsills and all sorts of home implements left where they lay from 65 years ago.

Twas a nice day so headed off towards the Milau Viaduct but only got as far as Miers.

Came off onto some nice rural roads and picked up some nice chunky (read rock hard) bread from a stall seller, along with the obligatory couple of bottles of red. Since Glenn is a wine snob, we got a 2004 Chateau Paillas and Chateau Bovila 2003 to keep us warm.

The bread was so sharp I cut my mouth.
There were trees though, so hammocking was the order of the day.
Glenn made himself Mcnoodles with his Mcknob hanging out (pic) but all in all it was a lovely peaceful evening, swinging in the trees, with a cockerel squawking it's head off in the distance in the morning.

Glenn discovered that after having covered over 300 miles, that he had put on his chain adjuster upside down, and amazingly his bike managed to start itself .