I was given a smiling welcome at the Hotel Henry IV in Sully. The receptionist spoke about as much English as I speak French but we roughly understood each other. She provided a cup of coffee and booked me in. The room was small, just about enough room for the double bed but it had windows that opened out to the back of the building and I was able to do the washing and hang it out to dry.
I then set down to compose the blog. About half and hour later there was a thud and I looked up to see that a white cat had come in through the window. He had a walk around and a scratch under the bed before I turfed him out. He had a bit of trouble getting past the muslin curtains but made it in the end. I carried on: a few minutes later there he was again. This time, having ejected him, I thought it best to close the windows. Fortunately I was able to leave the washing hanging off the shutters, hoping that there wouldn't be a storm during the night.
Having run out of inspiration I went in search of food. Sully seems to be one of those places that people come to on a day visit. There is a vast coach and car park by the Chateau but by the time I went out the town had largely closed down. The brasserie next to the Hotel was shut and I walked past another closed restaurant on my way to the Castle Tavern. The fare was not great, mainly burgers but I had a plate of pork products followed by a burger and Iles flottante which seems to be on every brasserie menu. A couple of pints of Leffe blonde sent me to bed in a sleepy frame of mind.
The bed was comfortable and I had elected to pay extra for breakfast which was sufficiently French, though expensive at 7 euros. The WiFi was excellent and, generally, it was a pretty good little Hotel but looking a bit shabby and in need of some TLC.
Having paid the bill and loaded the bike I set off at 0925 feeling quite chirpy. I knew that I had to cross the Loire again which I did having stopped to take more pictures of the Chateau. It is an extraordinary building surrounded by a moat. It was built between the 13th and 17th Centuries by the Dukes of Sully and remained in the family until 1962 when it was acquired by the French State. I didn't venture inside but there are some tapestries worth seeing if you are so inclined.
After crossing the Loire the route took me through some back streets before becoming a quiet country road that deteriorated into a gravel track but perfectly well surfaced. Three miles in it joined a tarmac road that ran along the Loire levee to Chateauneuf-sur-Loire with some good views of the river. There were swans and cormorants aplenty but I didn't see anything else.