The countryside around our house is permanently green, mainly because of the scrub oak and pine trees, so we really appreciate the yellows, reds and golds of the broad leaf trees as we travel up the Rhone valley. We are heading for Pellusin, which is high up on the edge of the Massif Central, to view the latest litter at Murier de Sordeille. Needless to say the puppies are gorgeous and there are lots of oohs and aahs as Jan picks them up. We also get to see Max's mother Silk, who gives us a bit of a shock because facially she looks just like Max. (What were you expecting that she'd look like? Ed.)
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We aimed for Rheims, as our first stop for the night, only to find that there was no room at the Inn. This type of unplanned behaviour is unusual for an anal me, inasmuch as I would have had all the hotels booked in advance, but Jan is much more relaxed and is happy to go with the flow and to that extent, it makes for much more "interesting" journeys. But hey, no problem, we head futher north and stay at an old favourite in Laon. The restaurant is quite good and offers good value. Despite the fact that I'm in holiday mood, I requested green beans with my steak instead of chips. Who's a good boy then?
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