On board the ferry, I woke tired after only 2 hrs sleep due to a squeaky, vibrating cabin, but glad the crossing into Caen, France was calm. Now in the depth of France, I finally set up camp in Pons after travelling 575 miles since last night. The sun is out but temperatures cool and I predict rain. The bike is running ‘sweet as a nut’, better than ever! but the tom tom dosen’t beep loud enough to warn me I’m riding on the wrong side of the road. I wanted to apologise to the two hand flapping drivers I was heading for. I had visited this campsite on previous adventures and was looking forward to dinner, curried mussels followed by the duck. If all goes well I will cross into Spain tomorrow afternoon.