In an attempt to stay in some kind of fitness in the face of daily ice cream and beer, I tried running but managed to pull a muscle on my first outing. Luckily, the house had a collection of clunky old mountain bikes, from which I managed to cobble together a steed upon which to explore the locale. I found a dolmen (but not a menhir, sorry Obelix), bike (and walking) paths criss-crossing the area, and tempting dirt trails heading off into the distance in every direction...
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