Oh what a day, late June back in 16!! Required 2 Railcards where no-one speaks a common language. Eventually after going through every permutation of ticket numbers, rail tickets, postcodes, credit cards, names and shoe sizes with the help of Marcel who spoke a common language we realised the ticket office guy needed a number that was on an e-mail. I managed to get an internet connection in the station to download, lost it for a "Feckin" while, at which point Marcel commented that he understood my French as I was now speaking as though French was my native language. For the first time on this trip it was cooler outside than in when we left the station!! Biggest slap in the face for me? Travellin wi strong accented Geordie boy Clive who helped explain to Marcel what we wanted. A started tellin im wot we wanted an ar wi wer gerrin no weer wi this fella when Marcel said "Sorry, but I don't understand your accent" Eventually mission accomplished successfully so back to the tour with Clive and Y Goch.
Visited two beautiful places today, Bazouge and Combourg. The church at Bazouge and the Chateau and lake at Combourg.
Our new pal Danny the Dragon was most impressed.
A thirsty Danny the Dragon.
He'll need either a longer tongue, or someone to tip the glass for him.
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