Another storm. I got lucky when it hit me I was already having coffee in the Bergerie. The staff were delightful there.

The staff were lovely, very welcoming. I had something to eat and a nice coffee. That was before the thunder rumbled and the downpour began. I wrote in my journal and chatted to some French guys. When the rain got heavy, I drew. The bar owner became really interested. I showed her photos of my paintings on this phone. She was lovely about it, all interested.

A couple of Czech women arrived all wet through. One was a medic. And the pile of rucksacks got bigger and bigger.

Later, we were told we couldn’t stay any longer, there was some booking they needed space for. I got ready to go. But another opportunity arose. A guy in a delivery van offered a lift to Crocci. I said oui as did the French guys and the two Czech women. That 5 of us, not counting the driver. It was a very bumpy ride on the dirt roads that meander over these hills.

Crocci. It was still raining when we arrived. They have a sheltered area under canvas where some were hanging up kit to dry. I booked in and paid for supper and breakfast too. In the covered seating area, there was enough space to thread the poles of my tent ready to pitch. This way, I can set the tent without the inner getting wet. This worked (and some others copied the idea).