We had a brilliant time.
The countryside was lovely.
The campsite had blocked toilets, so we left after a few days and went to a quaint-but-crazy hotel, here for a few nights.
The civilization was particularly welcome, because on Day One at the campsite, B woke up with a tick feasting merrily in his belly-button.
Unfortunately our French lessons hadn't included the phrase "The head of the tick is lodged in the belly-button of my husband", but under the circumstances I think we managed pretty well. Five days antibiotics, one tetanus injection and a hotel later and B was feeling much less traumatised.
He doesn't appear to have Lymes Disease either, which is nice.
Some photos a bit later on, maybe.
Wednesday, 31 August 2005
time's a tick-tick-ticking away