Feins

I found out where I am. There is a little hamlet nearby called Feins. I'm camped at the lake down the road. It is packed here. Not the campground but the lake. The car park has around 200 cars in it. Some people are picnicking where I am but most people are hiking around the lake. Most of them have those hiking sticks that look like ski stocks. I don't know what they are for or how they are better than a stick from a tree.

This morning I washed my clothes in a washing machine for the first time since I left. Then I read my book in the sun while the clothes dried, went for a swim in the lake and went for a ride part way around the lake. I was going to hire a windsurfer but there is not a breath of wind. Then I was going to hire a kayak but I'm glad I didn't because on my ride I discovered the creek I was going to explore turns into a drain not far up.

I rode into Feins to try to find a shop that's open. They have a church and a cemetery, but no shops. Lucky for me the pizza van just turned up! I did discover in Feins that I'm on the Paris-Brest-Paris cycle route. I also discovered that the little road back to the campground was actually a driveway with an unhappy lady gesticulating wildly at the end. Oops.

Heading to Rennes tomorrow and will catch a train to Tours if I can. The bike's making strange noises that sound really bad, so I might have to buy some earplugs.

Oh and I took a photo of a bee.