Yesterday I set up camp and stayed there all afternoon reading. The wind has been atrocious. The place I'm staying is the French version of Trailer Park Boys. Almost everyone here lives here. Until just now I was the only tent on the whole site. Now another one has popped up. The place I've been thinking was the reception is actually the owners house. I discovered that when I wandered in last night and people were sitting around watching tele. They didn't invite me to stay.
Today I went and bought some waterproof clothes. I did this mostly to ensure that it wouldn't rain again until I'm back in Australia. It's the same as how lighting cigarettes summons buses.
After that I rode around on the old town walls. It's a very nice town; pity about the weather. I did learn that Joan of Arc came through this town when she was a prisoner of the British. I also learnt that they graze sheep on the salt marshes and salt meadow lamb is supposed to be delicious. So that might be for dinner if I can find one.
The weather is supposed to improve tomorrow so I'm ready to move on. Even if it doesn't I'll slog my way through to Dieppe. Apparently the seafood is so good it gave my sister a hysterectomy! Or have I muddled that up?
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