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.
I was rather worried about this latest blog. I believe you are being mislead by French propaganda. It is important to remind them at every opportunity that for most of the medieval period we owned the place and that if the odd castle was ruined this would undoubtably have been done in the best interests of nipping any dissent in the bud. It is also worth reminding them that the French language was nurtured and improved in the English Royal Court for almost three hundred years!