Part Deux - French Trip 'Day Trois'

In the morning we made our way into to Bayeux and went to see the tapestry.  I have to say we looked well 'cool' dressed in our Hastings kit and shuffling along the queue - audio guides pressed to our ears.  We all agreed the tapestry was amazing! - so sophisticated and 'arty' - well worth a visit.

Stocking Up On Picnic Items At Lidl!

En route to Coutances we stopped off at a Lidl to stock up on picnic items and set off to find a suitable spot to have lunch.  We discovered a fortress town (name escapes me) and found an area of green by the battlements.  Not being keen on cheese I had picked up a packet of pate which turned out to be a roll of raw pastry!, but we had plenty of ham, cheese and baguettes to go around - all washed down with Ivans Pomme (I declined but others didn't!). Somehow, in quite a surreal way we all drifted off to sleep, awakening about half an hour later all feeling much refreshed.

Time For A Much Needed Nap!

During the afternoon we encountered some quite hilly terrain, which did come as a bit of a shock, as the previous day the land was as 'flat as a witches tit'.

We checked into our second budget Ibis and then set off to discover the delights off Coutances.  I must say Coutances cathedral, lit up by the evening sun was a sight to behold.  We found a great little bar/restaurant. ordered loads of cider and settled down for the night.  Ivan and Mal D has wandered off alone earlier, to get a few, more miles in,  but we texted them to come and join us.

"I've eaten so many chips, that I'm a bit worried that I'll be dreaming about being chased down the road by a giant cheesy chip", said Steve.

The food was, as always, excellent. And feeling full and merry we made our way outside.

Ivan Shows Off The best Of British Culture!

This was when the reenactment of the classic 'Campfire Scene' in  Mel Brookes' Blazing Saddles began. The Colonel 'set the bar high' with a real 'squelcher'!.

"Careful you don't sh*t yourself, Colonel ", I said.

I was unable to take part in all this depravity because due to over indulgence I was in 'fear of farting' mode and couldn't risk a shart.  Although I did overhear a snippet of conversation from a French couple sitting out side.

Male observer: "I guess zat Benidorm must 'ave been fully booked!"

Female observer: "Zay are so cultured"

Ivan - not be outdone - let rip with a lingering mellifluous 'number' that went on for about 10 seconds.

We set off into to the night, pissed and happy.  After several detours we all made it safely back to the hotel.......

Pete Buss