Market day in Blois like so many towns is Saturday and often Wednesday as well. So this morning we trundled off back into the town centre to see what was on offer. The weather had changed and it was overcast with the odd shower but still warm at about 18. As we had 450kms to travel to get within sticking distance of Calais for our sailing back to the UK in the morning we each did our own thing and then met up for coffee. It was mainly a produce market and the quality was fantastic. The locals were out in force and were lined up at some stalls such as butcheries and cheese sellers and some vegetable places. Lidka and I liked the look of a stall selling crepes. The woman spoke very good English which was quite surprising as we have found very few people over here who can speak English. It turns out that they are a French couple who spend 6 months of the year in New Zealand making crepes and selling them in and around the Coromandel area. Interestingly the man commented to me about the poor public toilets in France and they said they missed NZ. So if you are in the Coromandel area over the summer and see a F tench couple with a mobile stall selling crepes stop and buy some and say hello. Leaving the Aire camping spot was a bit of an issue as there was a barrier arm entry and exit and when we arrived our €5 gave us 24 hours parking. The Carnies and wer had arrived later in the afternoon so we were ok but the Wilson's had to be out by 10.45am. They must have arrived at the exit barrier at 10.46 as the barrier was down and the machine said their ticket had expired meaning they would have to pay again to get out. As we were lined up behind theme accepted the challenged of getting two camper vans through the barrier under one number. The plan was set Leicester was to accelerate quickly to the left the minute the arm was high enough and we were to shoot through on the right, there was a busy road ahead. Charlie positioned himself to grab the arm if it looked as if it was going to catch us on the way through. All went according to plan and the huge sum of €5 was saved. Now all we had ahead was 450km and our first encounter with heavy rain. We stuck to the toll roads that had speed limits of 130kph (where visibility allowed). By 6.30pm we had arrived at our final France Passion site. No it wasn't a winery! It was a small diary farm 20km or so from the ferry terminal. As you will see we secured our over night spot next to the shed the cows live in. This small operation - husband and wife team- run 70 cows milking twice a day and receiving only 35c per litre of milk. I guess this us where the France Passion thing really works as from their milk they manufacture icecream and sell it directly to those who like us camp there.