And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear

It is three months since our last hair cut, so we made a rendezvous on the camp site with La Coiffeuse. She arrived with a bag of equipment, including a folding mirror, so that we were able to have the full salon experience al fresco (to mix up our languages).

Now we are both more presentable again (although still un-ironed) and Anthony no longer resembles a scarecrow after a breezy day cycling, we could consider treating ourselves to a meal out. However, this is France and we are vegetarian and we can only reminisce fondly about the choice of restaurants and dishes we enjoyed in Italy as we study menus for something, anything, that doesn't involve a dead animal. No doubt this will only get worse as we move on to Spain. In the meantime we will just have to make do with the fantastic French cakes.

We are waiting for La Poste to bring us another parcel from Matthew: This one will hopefully bring a replacement tap for the sink in the van, as Anthony has had to cobble together a repair involving a bicycle chain link to fix the one we have, as well as other unknown goodies from Manchester.