twenties are for travelling

On our second day in the Loire Valley we awoke to rain. This was not that surprising, it was forecast, but was nonetheless disappointing. Luckily we’d chosen a region that had more than adequate leisure alternatives. We traced itineraries amongst the artisan wine cellars and medieval chateaus, which seemed all the more grand and ancient amongst the rain and grey clouds.The weather was temperamental, and we had plenty of respites in which we dashed into the villages, weaving around the skinny streets.

The cold evenings gave us the perfect excuse to stay in our log fire cabin, eating fresh baguettes and soft cheeses, drinking red wines and playing cards. Given we were flying with the infamously stingy Ryanair, we decided to err on the side of caution weight-wise and drink most of the case of wine we’d bought at our favourite winery – that of Jacky et Fabrice Gasnier. This meant we overdid it a little and Chris and I in particular were worse for wear the day we flew out.

Luckily we had time to stop at a boulangerie and buy some satisfyingly fatty French-style pizza slices on the way to Tours airport, otherwise the flight home could have been quite messy.