Tuesday, 18 May 2010

Camping Sauvage

The Fosse Dionne in Tonnerre

Last night we free camped in broadleaf woodland just outside of a town called Tonnerre. We pitched the tent in one of the many green tracks cross-hatched through it. This idyllic track was full of wild strawberry and pungent lily of the valley flowers (their smell always reminds me of Daisy, my dad’s mum). Oh, and mozzies which didn’t make themselves known until we sat down to eat. I had a night of drifting in and out of dreams, being woken up by a stag’s strange bark and my scratching lots. I don’t know what it is about Tonnerre mozzies but they managed to infect every single one of my fingers. So no bike gloves for a week, just swollen purple fingers… joy!


2 comments:

kate f jackman said...

am so proud
so envious
so impressed
and so missed you both at glastonbury dancing to george clinton! ;)
love you
kate x

Grace said...

Oh honey, lots of sympathy for the bites!! I got bitten on the cheek yesterday and it looks like I've had a cheek implant, seriously! It's in the right place and almost looks good....itches like hell but scratching bites on your face is as we know, a baaaaaaad idea xxx

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