Rodney has requested that it be noted that the removal of our toilet waste and the grey waste were the smelliest so far. It is so hot here with temperatures well above 30˚C for about ten days straight, that ‘it’ must be cooking in there……. no comment…… He was very glad to get back in the
Little did we know, we had parked under an apricot tree and it was an apricot tree that was overladen with ripe fruit. The noise of an apricot landing on Eileen in the middle of the night is quite disconcerting and even more so when one bump is followed by more bumps in the night. When
It’s now week ten and still we keep moving around France………it doesn’t look like we’ll manage to squeeze in any more countries; so much for being a tour of Europe! We feel like we are constantly on the move, we don’t often seem to stay in one place for very long and yet we seem
I’ve just had to stand under a cold shower to cool down enough to concentrate on tapping out today’s blog. For those of you wearing woolly jumpers as you read this, sorry! We set off on our bikes at 10am this morning; we really should have started earlier, when the day was cooler. We decided
It’s Monday and it’s hot, very hot, with not a cloud in the sky. We set off on our bikes to Marseillan Plage. arriving around 11am, just as the shops were starting to open up and tourists were wandering along the main road in various states of undress. With one pair of shorts and my only skirt now
Yesterday did turn in to a very lazy day for me. I caught up on lots of computer stuff and read an old magazine, while Rodney cycled all the way down to the coast at Portiragnes Plage. He wants to know how many London plane trees there are along the full length of the Canal
On the second day of week nine, we left the very busy campsite at A L’Hombre Des Microcouliers in Trebes and parked Eileen just outside the walls of the medieval city of Carcassonne. We each paid our €8.50 to go inside the castle and ramparts and discovered that although there has always been a castle,
We drove north through Condom in the rain and arrived at Dave and Jane’s stunningly beautiful home near Gazaupouy late in the morning. The house and the garden are so lovely, I was scared that if we stayed the night we would never want to leave. They served us lovely cheeses and pates out on
At 1:30am, a huge wind blew over Eileen, waking us both suddenly from our sleep. We leapt out of bed and closed the skylight and the hatches and then lay there chatting and listening to the howling noise outside. Rodney tried to tell me about the different winds around the world but in our sleepy
Friday started off a little cooler, but soon warmed up, despite being a bit breezy all day. After breakfast, we toddled off down to the beach again and, as the tide was out, we walked out on to the rock jetty. From the end you can see Biarritz and quite a long way down the
It’s raining again, it’s so wild and woolly, I’m really glad we’re not in a tent like so many people we see around us each evening. We drove further south yesterday to Biarritz and found a parking spot on the far side of town above the Plage Basque, very close to the Musee de Chocolat
After listening to the rain most of the night and all morning we packed up and left the campsite at 11am. We crossed to the other side of the harbour and found a parking spot in Hossegor. I managed to find a pair of comfy black sandals to replace the decrepit ones I have been
I did a little dance this morning, the bathroom showers here are wonderful. There is a choice of hot, or cold water, or a mix of both. The water comes out continuously, no button to keep pressing, no card to put in and out of a slot, no time limit; my hair washing session felt
Yesterday ended badly.…. I perfected a very creative and tricky manoeuvre of getting off the bed, by getting my foot caught in the top sheet and diving shoulder first to the floor, jamming myself between the wardrobe and the fridge. It resulted in another addition to my personal injuries list and a very sore left shoulder and
No more villages today for us, we chose to have a lay day. We lay in bed till very late and then spent the day catching up on ‘stuff’. Rodney fixed up a small hole in Eileen’s exhaust pipe, while I sorted and labelled all of our fast increasing collection of photos. We got a
We’ll start with the technical details; we filled up on diesel and gas on the outskirts of Sarlat-la-Canéda and then parked Eileen in an Aires de Service for a couple of hours. We roamed around the incredibly busy market which was absolutely full of Brits, all making themselves heard in a variety of accents.
These are a few photos taken in France that Piglet wanted published for his younger friends……
We were woken well before the alarm (the numbers must have got lost in translation somewhere) by a phone call at 5:10am …….”yes we can fly this morning and we will pick you up at the campsite gate at 6:20am”. So having kept Eileen in a ready state to leave early, we didn’t need to,
It’s Monday 4th June, so someone is turning 60 today and he’s decided that it is now time to stop turning tricks on his bike in skateboard parks….. We were woken early by the mobile phone ringing at 5:30am. In our sleepy state neither of us got to the phone in time to answer the
Our beloved Roddles turns 60 today and thousands around the World have turned out to help him celebrate this momentous occasion… There were fireworks to open the proceedings… The rain didn’t keep the crowds away, they all wanted to be there to wish him a happy 60th birthday. …and you couldn’t keep
After a lazy day yesterday, we packed in more villages today. It rained most of the night so we weren’t inspired to make an early start. By the time we left the campsite it was 11:30am so with the boulangeries closing at midday for lunch, we made a desperately quick dash in to La Bugue
Our speediest departure yet! We managed to get up, have breakfast and prepare Eileen for departure in exactly 2 hours. That still sounds like a long time to me, but we cannot seem to do it any faster. We checked out of the campsite at Les Eyzies and drove to the other side of