25.10 Day 39 . . . Early Starts Are Good

Today we had decided to get up early-ish and head for our favourite market at Lezay. We hoped getting there early would allow us to see any livestock that was being sold.
We headed out (once Munch had fallen out of bed and got ready of course) it still being dark with a hint of the sunrise above the couple of nearby rooftops.
We took the backroads to Lezay and gazed at the mist still laying across the farming fields, now with the sun up treating us to some lovely views.
Lezay market was not too busy and stalls were still being set up - so my early was a bit too early according to Tre. We grabbed a well appreciated hot chocolate and then started to look around the stalls. There were definitely more stalls than last time we had visited - perhaps last time we were indeed too late. Tre and Munch hogged the clothes stalls while I took time trying to work out what some of the tools were on the local builders stalls. There are so many items here, I guess due to the agricultural area, that I have no clue as to what they are or what they are for.
The food again was stunning and we saw possibly the largest cauliflowers in the world - larger than a basketball!
We took a hit though whilst walking the stalls when we heard that the house we really liked at Hanc had had a further viewing after us yesterday, who had subsequently offered and had their offer accepted. So we have lost out on that little gem 🙁
We finished at the market with purchases of another three sausages, chorizo, peppercorn and hazelnut - the last being Tre’s choice . . . I would never have!! Bread, a local goats cheese and some olives - oh and Tre got another bag!
Back home to have lunch before venturing out again in the afternoon for two further viewings.
In the afternoon we went, a little hesitantly after this mornings news, to meet with Charlotta the estate agent who we had met at Gournay. In her office we had previously arranged to visit a couple of properties but last minute whilst with her in the office I interfered - assisted by Munch, so we dropped one house and opted to go see a different one which Tre deemed as madness, she thought we had lost our minds . . . It was an old goatery!
Anyhow off we trooped.
The first house was in Bouligné - it was Infact two house which had been joined, a small barn attached and a hanger barn at the back. A small garden to the rear with the hanger and a larger garden at the front. Views across a very quiet road to fields and woodland.
One house was in better condition than the other but but happily habitable - just in need of some serious updates. I guess we spent about 45 mins wandering the rooms and barn areas before leaving. All three of us quite liking the place. We then drove to Loizé where on arrival Tre exclaimed ‘Holy Crap’. After about five minutes I realised Tre had quite warmed to the place as had Munch and I.
A house, numerous outbuildings, a barn, a voters and two further houses in need of renovation (full renovation). It took a fair while to explore everything that was here, but all three of us came away with a sense of wonderment at everything on offer . . . Did I mention the other bit of land around the corner?!!!
We finally parted with Charlotte and drove to Chef for a drink and de-brief.
Sitting in the bar I laughed whilst listening to a guy accepting yet another beer from his buddy, exclaiming - ‘I’ll tell her I had a puncture’ - he was later seen very wobbly on a bike heading out of town.
Tre and Munch decided they wanted burgers for tonight, so burgers and baps purchased we headed for home.
It wasn’t long before we had eaten and decided an early night was needed due to the early start in the morning to get Munch to the airport.
Not much sleep to be had tonight.Baca lagi