Fumay is where we are now moored. It is heaven on legs. The right bank (get me) is a National Parc and there are no cycle tracks, just wonderful paths through woodland and scrub so the boys and I went for a good old walk (sorry Baxter) whilst G headed back to get the car on his new electric bicycle.

We now have a daily French lesson over a verre of beer – if it had been like that when I was at school I would be bi-lingual by now. Seriously though, we ARE determined not to be ex-prats.

In the bar was a poster for a local joust.. Amongst the list of attractions was something I didn’t understand so I asked Madame and she did the best EVER impression of fire eating you’ve ever seen – you would SO want her on your charades team at Xmas

Well my (dodgy) free WiFi is about to leg it so I’m going for a few pics

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