Boule, a boy, a bogged van and a baby
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More driving through the countryside and the weather is not great. I see plenty of cowslips on the roadside verges and the land is quite flat and ordered. While Andrew is driving he slows for a roundabout in a town and I know that he hasn't checked to his left properly as he is concentrating hard on remebering to stay on the right hand side of the road and doing the roundabouts anti-clockwise. As he takes off to enter the roundabout I see a car on his left already on it so I call out to him to avoid us getting hit. He stops. The car behind runs into the back of us. We all get out and I try the rear door to see if it opens and closes. It does. Meanwhile the poor young man in the car behind is mortified and is apologising frantically.
About 40 kms outside of Nantes we find a caravan park. It is cold and grey and this place appears to have permanent residents. However, we are unable to raise the owners and by some very painful exchange of gestures a local tells us that they are not around until the morning. He organises the barrier to lift for us and indicates we can pay in the morning.
A young boy comes out of a nearby static van and plays solitare boule. Next he comes over and insists that I play, once he gets over his exhasperation that I can't speak French. He beats me everytime so I palm him off on Andrew, who likes a sporting challenge. He beats Andrew too but the contest is much closer. Later his guardian (he tells me that he is not his father) asks us if we would like pizza. I thank him but we are full. Thirty minutes later the boy brings over two slices of pizza and we have to eat it. It is delicious and they invite us in for coffee. In the boy's bedroom there are two caged animals which I think are a type of lapain.