

Poilly-Lez-Gien, France
When daylight woke me I was pleasantly surprised it was 7am. I returned to the tent for a lie in while Graham went in search of bread and milk. After a while I began to get worried that he had got lost but nobody could lose our campsite there is a huge volcanic rock outside, he must have been kidnapped! . After 40 minutes he through a baguette over the fence and disappeared again still in search of milk. A good job we hadn't planned an early start. Eventually...