After a fruitless search for the tigers….all we saw was this sign…we moved on down another 100 miles to:
This is Sille Plage, an inland beach close to the town of Sille Le Guillaume. The site is called Camping de La Foret, and is unsurprisingly in a large forest, next to the lake. Even by the usual high standards of sites in France the lady at reception was delightful. I was thanked effusively for speaking en Francais, so she had clearly been in need of a laugh. There was a very polite “Mais Non!” in response to my “Mais mon Français est exécrable”
Nia being walked by the Hounds of the Baskervilles.
A strange cycliste we met by the lac.
This is the chateau in Sille Le Guillaume; pretty old so not in bad nick considering.
No thanks to the English.
These are the seriously solid walls. So not easily ruined!
We spotted this mural on a house wall in Sille, en route to lunch in a cafe in the town square.