Today was meant to be a lovely blue-sky day. It did not disappoint, despite a slow start as the thin cloud was burnt off. The morning was quite chilly, and our feet felt it as we wandered around doing our morning tasks. Another happy camper informed us it had been 5C during the night.
The late morning and early afternoon were spent in a leisurely walk which took us through fields and woods, along the bank of the river Saone. In one of the fields on the way to the river we saw three grey herons.
The Saone is a large navigable river, we saw several small boats motor down and up and one large Swiss river cruise liner travelling down. There were a few people on the top deck, and a few on their balconies looking out. It did not look very full, maybe everyone else was a lunch.
On the other bank there was a stork’s nest on top of a large dead tree. There was even a stork standing there peering in. On the river itself there were numerous grey herons perched on the banks. In the river we came across a small group of juvenile swans still in their grey colour.
We continued the walk, through silver birch plantations and back to the campsite. We should have passed through the village, but a slight navigation error caused us to bypass the village of Cormoranche-sur-Saone.
Back at the campsite we ate a late lunch and one-day old French bread which was soft and soggy. Actually, the pain complet does last a little longer than the white pap stuff the French pass off as bread.
I took a walk around the lake, especially to get close to photograph the TGVs as they trundled by. They did not look that impressive in their speed here, maybe a slow section of line. I did like the way that where the line divided, they built a bridge so that as one line crossed over the other it was on a bridge and not by crossing lines. This presumably is to allow faster speeds and easier scheduling of trains.
Back at the tent, we opened a bottle of fizz from Borgognone and then started our burger and “chip” dinner. Rosemary let herself down big time, the beans she thought must be French were from Rwanda.
Next door a British mobile home moved in, it also had a Silver Screen cover for the front windscreen. Their’s though seemed not to fit as well and snugly as our’s does.
French pap bread ordered for the morning and a final JD nightcap as I write my blog and continue to read a Sci-Fi book by British author Charles Stross who used to work in IT from the 1980s to 2000.
Tomorrow is our last planned day here, not sure whether we are going to veg, or maybe we will look at the local sights.