Betty is still sat resting her tyres on the campsite in Argentan, and so are we after our night of rock and roll.
The music was ok as was the band, nearly all covers of the famous rock tunes, but when they attempted a couple of Queen classics we gave up and made our way back to Betty and missy. Still we managed almost three quarters of the two show, not bad for old uns.
This morning started slow with a cooked breakfast, normal domestic potterings and a dog walk around the lake. We then had a stroll up into town, found a shop open for milk. Then admired the main church and its carvings and statues, also the Duke of Normandy (one of them) fine ex dwelling. With that we returned to camp to sit out the hot afternoon sun, could get used to this.
Moving on tomorrow south a bit more