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How a visit to a supermarket confirmed everything
Over the weekend, I went camping to the Loire Valley, about two hours from where I live in Normandy.
My wife had a conference in the small town of Baugé-en-Anjou. A town where on 22 March 1421, Gilbert III, aided by his Scottish allies, crushed the English Army led by Thomas De Lancastre, second son of Henry IV.
But I wasn’t in Baugé for a history lesson.
I was in Baugé for a weekend break while my wife attended her seminars. And as normal, instead of taking a hotel or cottage, I camped. France has fantastic campsites that are inexpensive, generally clean, and well-kept. And as I refuse to sleep in hotel beds (ever turned over a hotel mattress?), camping suits me fine.
So there I was, preparing some lunch outside my tent in the beautiful June sunshine: bread, cheese, ham, and olives. Plus a Chauvigné Anjou 2018, a lovely local white wine from down the road. Only I wasn’t. Because, inexplicably, I had forgotten my corkscrew. I have one corkscrew and whenever I go away, I take it with me. It’s a kind of memento I like to keep with me, like a hunter likes to keep his gun by his side.
