On my way out of parthanay a small medeival centre-of-town was revealed, deserted and clogged with cars mind you. On the outskirts of town was this big empty church with the door open. So I had a look inside.
A big old barn, nothing in here.except the space and light.
While I took the photo this yard-full of baby goats were bleating away behind me, one has a favourite spot on a windowsill behind.
Each village has it’s walled graveyard, this one bearing this touching souvenir from WW2. The soldiers “lie here in ground liberated by their sacrifice”.
There were more churches and so on, but this little station of the cross will stand-in for them all. And that’s it for my day’s ride, a cold, cloudy, damp day where I started off wearing 3 shirts, two gilets and a rain jacket, I only warmed-up enough to take off one shirt.