Possibly the dullest postcard in the world?

Those of the team who stopped at the café/angling shop (what a great combination) in Maricourt on Friday were treated to coffee, orangina and delightful hospitality from the landlady. She in turn was so pleased with our custom that she handed me a free postcard of the village. I can’t think why she had to give it away, surely these things must sell like hot cakes?