Noisy nighttime neighbours.

Spent the morning stuffing as much buttered baguette into my face as I could. Drove to Dinan, it was market day so my mum was thrilled. Wandered around the town, sadly the best cookshop I've ever been in has closed down. Did a biscuit run to E. Leclerc then out for dinner with Pat and Ian, the lovely folk who my parents are renting the gite from. Sat outside drinking after we got back from dinner.

This lot (there are 4 of them) are up screaming all night long. They know how to party.