We drove south the next day and stayed that night at Montbazon, near Tours. Now the weather was warm enough to sit outside for our evening meal in the site restaurant, overlooking the river Indre. The Dutchman in the pitch next door had a guitar and we enjoyed listening to his classical guitar playing while we were relaxing with a pre dinner drink. We were slightly less keen when he started to sing . . .
We reached Poitiers the following day and found a site by the river Charente. It was a beautiful spot and the old mill had been converted to a restaurant (Closed Mondays). It was Monday. The site itself was a little run down and seemed to be populated by “white van men” and their families living in dilapidated caravans. These itinerant workers would probably provide a valuable source of income to the site owners outside the holiday season but it did not create such a good atmosphere for touring visitors such as ourselves. However, everything was clean and tidy although the showers and toilets needed updating.
