Bit of a restless night and can't blame the camp site it was almost empty and very peaceful. My site was by a body of water ( with a canoe polo practice pitch) and as I lay there early I could hear the peaceful sounds of the water tricking past and wood pigeons and ducks called their traditional sounds, this is peaceful. I fell back into a deep deep sleep only to be awoken at 8.30 by someone sounding their horn as they drove through the camp site. How dare they awake me from my blissful sleep ! Unzipping my tent I stuck my head out still tucked into my warm sleeping bag to see a woman in a small white van selling bread. How could I miss this - I hurried to get my shorts on and ran out clutching a 5 Euro note. 1.85 for a warm French stick sheer bliss. I decided to get out my stove make a coffee and devour the fresh bread. Thought I had better check the weather oh dear a huge storm was approaching from the south and according to the forecast was set for heavy rain until around 3 pm! After my coffees I went back into my tent and the warm cocoon of my sleeping bag. Messaging Richard we chewed the cud and he suggested it could be time to chill out. So I did ... caught up with some more sleep. Awoke some two hours later now bored, still heavy rain bore down in my tent glad I re proofed it before I left. I took the opportunity to back up my video and photos then the rain started to ease. Looking for a spot to pack in the rain a nearby empty caravan awning looked like a good place so transferred all my riding gear. Slowly packing I eventually set off in drissle around 4 pm. It was obvious that the local TET trails would resemble the Somme pretty quickly where heavy rains transformed the battlegrounds into mud baths. "enemy. The Third Battle of Ypres, now more widely referred to simply as Passchendaele, was a horror experienced in filthy conditions. Many of the exhausted soldiers no longer thought of the enemy as wearing a uniform. It was the mud, deep and devouring. A wounded man came to fear death by drowning, a greater dread than a rogue shell. History repeats nasty tricks; the Russian winter had confounded Napoleon, and would again prove central in the defeat of hitler..." Surviving yesterdays skirmish with the Somme in the dry I had no energy or enthusiasm to face the the wet muddy conditions. So unturned the beast to the south west and for a TET section around 1.5 hours away. The sat nav guided me with the precision of a sniper and I was soon on the motorway heading south. Conscious of preserving my off road tyres I stayed at a steady pace of 50-60 MPH. I remembered that I had let my tyres down for improved grip so pulled into the first services - rain ran down my neck as I crouched under the bike with my digital tyre gauge. I mused that this was supposed to be a holiday! Was I having fun yet...digging out my phone under some shelter from the heavy rain I revised my plan. A little further south was a big patch of green on my map and it was a national park to the North of Paris - my new destination. Stopping when closer to google camping I checked out the reviews and again chose the closest with a review above 4. I suppose I can't expect much more being so close to Paris but have to admit to being disappointed. However 25 Euro plus taxes (gees) - plus 7 Euro for wi-fi, no pool but they have a snack bar! Felt like I deserved a cabin but they had a minimum stay of two nights so it was going to cost 180 Euro, no thanks think I will camp. Luckily my inner tent was packed away dry - the wild country is a great multi pitch tent. Emergency dinner of uncle bens with tinned smoked mackerel, washed down with a couple of Pelforth Brune very nice indeed.