So Michelle found the mystery Boulangerie on the island and brought back some fabulous bread. We drove to the Aire further round the lake to empty the loo and then ended up back at our original spot we were on for the past two nights. I may as well have left the bloody bike there!
This time however Michelle decided she wanted a better view from the front lounge of the horses and lake so we have gone the other way round (Exciting isn't it!

). However this is a risky strategy in France under normal circumstances rather than parking long ways on as its like a magnet for Johnny foreigner to come and park two feet from your window and start a bloody row. This is where the bike comes in useful as a kind of motorhome "Cock blocker".

I think they will be too scared to come down the rickety path here though and there are literally more places to free park round this lake than you can shake a stick at but old habits die hard.