In the depths of the forest there is a little abandoned village. The houses are all in ruins leaving only a ghost of what they once were.
Except one, a solitary man lives in the abandoned village all on his own , with no electricity or water he has restored his dwelling so that it is habitable. So naturally we had to go visit.
Our tour guide, Nikki ( mother's friend we didn't actually have a tour guide) made the introductions, she had somehow managed to sell him said house and cold beers were offered. We explored the village and talked of witchcraft, what a fitting subject for such an eerie place.
According to the GPS, our house was 500m to the south of the village ,yet the quickest way was not via the road but through the fields. The father decided to take the latter route,adventurer that he is. This caused two problems to arise.
Firstly, I have no balance, like none at all so was flailing about and nearly fell over multiple times - great fun I assure you. The second problem was not immediately apparent and it wasn't until we reached the road (it was thankfully decided to abandon the trek through the fields) that we realised
WE WERE COVERED IN TICKS!!!
to those who are not familiar with these lovely, divine creatures, ticks are like leeches, they suck on your blood.
Thankfully the loathsome things were got rid of before they could do too much damage. Yet the subject of ticks led to a lot of reminiscing of where ticks had been previously found- thanks daddy I'd rather not know.
With a guitar and a sing-a-long session thus ended day 3 of the french odyssey
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