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The other day Ali spilled some sugar on the stove, which found its way into the grill. Last night it had a good flush through with plenty of boiling water and the grill is workng better than it has for some time. So,having ha no supper last night, we are ready to celebrate with a cooked breakfast.
Just like our last visit here, there is rain the morning we leave although by the time we've eaten, chatted to a Municipal Policewoman who confirms aires are free for blue badges, and used the service point it has brightened up a lot.
Driving out we look over towards the port and are surprised to see the familiar red funnel of Fred Olsen's Braemar, a ship we sailed on a few times and have many happy memories of. There is no access to the port and no other vantage points so we have to limit our view to funnel, masts, tour coaches lined up on the quay and the obvious cruise-couples wandering in the town. Braemar must be on one of her 'River Cruises' where their slogan is 'Fred's ships take you to places other ships cannot go'. Well for us now, Mary*Lou takes us to places even Fred's ships cannot go.
We want to cover some ground today so it's a relatively uninteresting and trouble free drive through Normany countryside and a string of timber framed towns, onto dual carriageway from Caen, past Mont St Michel and into Brittany. But everything changes nearing Dinan, where we tend to stop.
First our intended exit from the D-C is closed for roadworks so the next exit takes us into the heart of Dinan. It's an impressive town with nearly every building looking almost fortified from the use of solid Breton stone, but with tea time traffic and a complicated one way system it's not the most fun you can have driving. Then come more roadworks, closures and deviations, and Snoopy goes loopy. After nearly an hour of driving around every open road in the town we look for a 'Toutes Directions' signs and get out. Heading away from town we pass the port signs, where we wanted to be, so pull in at the next opportunity and recheck the route. A mile back we turn onto a narrow winding lane which brings us into the pretty little riverside town of Port Dinan, and half a mile later to the camperstop. Obviously roadworks have frustrated more than just us, and after worrying it might be full, we are surprised to find only three vans in place. We are soon parked and ramped, it's on quite a slope, under the viaduct and Ramparts next to the River Rance but we soon settle down to a peaceful evening and the air (e) full of birdsong.
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