We left our random little car park quite
early to get some miles underway and to ensure we didn’t annoy the locals with
our obvious park the night before. We
were headed to the last ‘spiritual’ place we had on the itinerary for Linda,
‘Mont Saint Michel’.
En-route Linda had two very senior moments
we must share with you all, she said as we were driving “In France when getting
off the motorway on the right hand side, am I actually getting off on the right
hand side? Or the left hand side?” She also managed to comment how talented the
drivers were in France as they could read detailed maps while driving. We had to point out that she was actually
looking at the passengers!
We arrived in the gigantic car park and set
on our way for the 40min walk up to the mount.
As we were nearing the amazing mount we noticed a ‘disturbance’ to the
right of us, which caught our eye. As we
looked over, there was poor Linda flat on her face with concerned group of tour
bus tourists attending to her needs. We
rushed over, scraped her off the ground and pushed on. She was such a trooper, no tears, no injuries
and kept waking.
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| Claire and Mum taking the big walk out to St. Mont Michel. |
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| Just before Mum went tits up in the St Mont Michel car park. |
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| C'mon love, it's not that bad. I'll have a shave tomorrow. |
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| Inside the Mont St Michel town centre. |
The Mount was spectacular. A town encircled
the base of island and a magnificent abbey perched upon the top. We wound our way through the narrow streets
that were lined with tourist shops up to the Abbey. We walked as far as we could without paying
and then turned back. After Linda had a
‘moment’ with a rock we headed back down.
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| Asylum Seeking Sloth + Rock = Spiritual Journey |
Claire’s favourite part of the day was
managing to get out of the car park for free a saving a staggering 12.50 euros!
Gotta love a broken ticket machine and
angry customers!
The original plan was to tour the Normandy
beaches for the afternoon, it was already 1500hrs and a few hours drive away so
we headed in the general direction with no expectations. We arrived in the lovely town of Bayeux,
collected supplies and went on the hunt for the best possible wild camping spot. We toured the back roads and found ourselves
at the harbour side town of Arrowmanches les-Bains. We parked up on the side of the road, as the
campervan pacific bays were chocka block!
By chance we happened to have arrived on
the eve of the 68th anniversary of D-Day landing. The pubs and restaurants were full of
veterans and current soldiers from Britain, Canada, USA and France.
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| Claire getting into the Queen Jubilee Spirit from the top of Mont St Michel. |
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