We lived two years in France when we were both vegetarian – getting anything to eat was a challenge at the best of times. At motorway services it was almost impossible.
And even if you eat meat, if you indulge in a huge lunchtime meal when you’re on the road, it just means you’ll have to hang around the hotel getting bored instead of eating out in the evening.
You can sometimes get a cheese sandwich which is edible, just about, but the bread has the consistency of decaying foam (think old sofas with the stuffing hanging out and you’ll get the idea.)
But if stop at a petrol station with Croq’Malin sign, you’ll find fresh baguettes, creamy Camembert, ham and salami. Even tubs of carrottes rapées and celeriac remoulade if you’re that way inclined.
So this time, getting the food was a snap. Finding a picnic table where we could assemble our meal was a little tricky. (Note to self, try to bag a table by 12:30 or be prepared to wait until after 2pm).
But after a couple of tries we found the perfect spot and then all we had to do was construct our picnic, set up the camera and croq away to our hearts’ content.