N 45.22185°, W 00.30668°
It was another excellent overnighting spot last night, with again neither sight nor sound of humans. Birds (and cicadas) continued singing well into the late evening and come morning we were treated to hearing hoopoes calling, roe deer wandering nonchalantly by the truck, our first whitethroats of the year and a tree pipit doing its archetypal parachuting display song, again right next to the truck.
Our first port of call after breaking camp was to check in on Simon's land. All was well and as a bonus we heard hoopoes calling nearby
Thereafter, we had to cover some ground so reluctantly left the virtually empty and visually rewarding tiny roads we'd been bumbling along for the past couple of days and hit the N-road network bound for Bordeaux.
The Yellow Vests are still out and about peacefully protesting on roundabouts and junctions and are receiving support by toots and thumbs up from many motorists. We too reached across the cultural divide (though we accept our desperately weedy standard T244 horn is unlikely to help change the political landscape much) and they really seem to appreciate that overseas visitors know of their efforts. We've seen petrol at €1.80 a litre; really...
After we'd racked enough miles in we left the N road we were on and are now settled at the coordinates shown. It's another good spot down a forest track (pic from my cab-top perch), with lizards whizzing about, a nightingale singing and what we're presuming is a loud frog chorus from a wetland somewhere or other amongst the woodlands.
Had a whiz on the bike and it's pretty obvious that the forested area is enormous and you could spend hours if not days criss-crossing the roads, tracks and paths here.
Saw a black woodpecker just before dusk and a full moon's rising as I type. Nice.
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