
A Drive through Le Perche towards Orléans
I was gagging for a cuppa!
I’d used my last tea bag and my supplies were all buried somewhere within Big Blue. Mark had laid down the law; no foraging until the bikes came off the back of the van.
Since we were making a succession of brief, one-night stops to make headway away from the rain, I feared that might be some time.Continue reading “Hints on Heating, Heroines and Horses – Radon to Jargeau, France”

