Friday 3 June.
Moira wasn't feeling very good this morning when she got up. She was wheezing and coughing. We decided to take it easy and see how she was at lunch time and whether we would do anything in the afternoon. Once we had breakfast the morning was spent reading the paper and I managed to complete the crossword. I had the radio on and we listened to Radio 4.
Once we had lunch, a plate of soup and crusty bread to dip in, Moira was a bit better and we headed out for a short walk. We took the canal path in the other direction and the signpost said 'Pontorson 6 km'. This would be a bit too far, there and back, so I thought we should just go a couple of kays along the path and then return. After another kilometre we came to a bridge crossing the canal and the signpost indicated 'Cancale' but no distance. There were the tops of some houses visible and we assumed it was a village and made our way in that direction. It turned out to be just a few cottages but no indication of a village name. At a main road there was a sign for a cycle route, 'Digue de la Duchess Anne' and we hoped it would lead back to the canal, so we followed it. It twisted and turned a bit and we were ready to retrace our steps when two cyclists came along and surprise, surprise were English. They said they were cycling on this route to St Malo and it didn't go anywhere near the canal. Again I was ready to retrace our steps but Moira checked the map and where we were on her iPhone app. She figured out that if we kept going on this cycle trail we would come to a main road and after a few twists and turns eventually get to the bridge over the canal at Beauvoir. She kept checking where we were and when to turn, it was a long way but at last the bridge came into sight and we were nearly 'home'. It had been a much longer walk than we initially intended but Moira was walking well and seemed to be feeling much better. I checked the map we got at the info office at the Mont later, the 'Digue de la Duchess Anne' was a dyke that was built to keep the sea out and reclaim the lane. Part of the area was called the Polders, a similar name as the reclaimed lands in Holland. Also Cancale wasn't the little village of a few cottages but quite a large town on a point at the end of the estuary, at least 20 km away.
We were having omelette for dinner tonight and going back through the village we checked on a take-away to get chips to go with it. It was closed but I thought maybe they were having a siesta and may open later. When we got in I made a cup of coffee and watched the horse racing from Epsom. It was derby week but today it was the Oaks. It was a good race and the favourite was a run-away winner. Moira made the omelette about 6:00 pm and I checked the shop for chips but it was still shut. We had bread and butter with it instead.
Early evening the TV was normal, 'Eggheads' then 'Mash'. There wasn't any 'Springwatch' tonight and instead I watch a very old 'Good Old Days' variety music hall, it was quite good then it was off to sleep.
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