Farewell Georg, fairwell Neri. They set off from Ibis Budget Mark 6 at about 8.30 am, G determined to cross the border into Deutchland as soon as possible.
We left beautiful Tours a little later on our final leg. This would be Loire day. Stephane took us as close to the North or Douth bank as the excellent country roads permitted. There was little traffic. Les Anglais - usually Loire-loving folk from June to September - have been staying away this year, a cafe owner said. She didn't know why but the bad weather might be a reason. Nothing to do with Brexit.
The Loire is such a wide and peaceful river. Hardly any craft on it. Occasionally a small boat with a single occupant fishing or contemplating the universe. Restful just to gaze at its slow flow from right to left as we sip some cold wine. All to soon I began to recognise the familiar South bank as we near Paimboeuf and le Pont de St Nazaire.
We arrived around 7 pm and there was just enough time to organise white wine in the fridge, showers and a final aperatif round the table which, in typical French style became supper.
Jony and I gave Stephane and Karine a bottle of whisky and a map marked with our journey and signed by us all.
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| Our five-day tour is the little loop at the bottom; Georg & Nery's one-day return journey stretches out to the right... |
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| It's a screw Nick, not a nail. Call yourself a Homesteader? |
To this I added the nail that had to be dug out of Stephane's rear tyre, that the mechanic handed to me. Stephane seemed pleased with the souvenir.
Now on the ferry, and England beckons. Hey ho.
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