We are sitting in the slowly cooling evening in a campsite on the river Somme and Saint Quentin Canal. The day was 30km and Betsy although considering playing a joker and getting a taxi walked the whole distance.
THE NEXT DAY
We leave what must be one of the best little villages and campsites in this part of France on the Somme. Facilities modern and immaculate. A small open till 7pm on Sunday shop 50m down the road And a café just before leaving the village.No wonder it was gone 8 when we got going.
Another holely church spire. Similar but smaller than yesterday they appear to have Steeple moths!
After a few km across fields with burgeoning windfarms and an acreage of sugarbeet sufficient to produce diabetes in a large part of the population of Europe we get to the railway and follow a track next to it before joining the St Quentin Canal again for more km into the town of Tergnier which,at least the part we saw has little to commend it. Except a fine modern campsite on a lake with an artificial beach. Ray goes swimming it is allowed and there is a lifeguard.
On the way we see several heron along the canal but no hares in the fields.