Today the ride out of Vitre according to Google and Garmin was going to send us along the same busy road as yesterday.

The time has come to rebel. We stopped, we looked, we decided.

We turned off the main road and made our own route. We couldn’t get lost as we have no set destination.

Thank goodness we made the decision as we would have missed a beautiful ride and a magical little town.

Stopped at a little campground close by at Gueche-de-Bretagne.

After dinner Jo noticed a crepe van outside the Marie, so we went over to have a look.

There was a notice board with a lathe list of items. Jo noticed one with apple and bought me one. The man picked up a pre-made crepe and in the blink of a eye it was on the hot plate neatly folded.

Jo asked again if it had apple, ‘oui’ came the reply. When it was ready it was duly put into a cardboard box and handed to me.

I returned to our campsite with Jo and my apple crepe.

Before tasting it I carefully unfolded it and checked what lay within. To my surprise along with the apple was some diced meat of doubtful origin.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have looked as it put me off eating the contents. So I decided to try a piece of the crepe. On tasting it I thought I might of been wiser to have discarded the crepe and eaten the box.