We leave our lodgings, which were a little more luxurious than expected. Monsieur when phoned by Betsy had forgotten that his Gite was occupé. So we were Chambre d’hote instead. There was a very nice young dog Nya, a very old dog and a pair of China geese. To name some of the occupiers.
After passing the inevitable lavoir, the region is famous for them! We enter the forest and sprint along quite happily in the shade with various butterflies until after some serious route finding by Tony we emerge into the sunshine. The day warms up and speed drops accordingly. We pass through several small villages with no facilities and similar churches. Angirey, Citey and Ingey all come to mind with gratuitous ee’s.
There is a lot of hay making and barley mowing going on in the fields and as the day warms we look for shade for lunch. It is the outskirts of Gy before we find it opposite a Intermarche that provides a little Kronenbourg to accompany it. After some gratuitous ease and recovery we proceed into town to find out what is there. Our lodgings a proper gite this time are available so we get sorted with the washing a bit early.