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 state neither of us could remember many of them.
With rain jackets on again, we strolled around the Quartier Sainte Croix in Oleron Sainte Marie and while standing on the Promenade Bellevue we wished the clouds would go away so that we could see the view of the snow-capped Pyrennees. Ah well, I guess we’ll just have to come back here again one day.
We then drove north through the centre of Pau and past a convoy of gypsies creating traffic problems for the police. We were very glad to be going in the opposite direction from them. We pulled in to Nogora which sounds Japanese to me, but definitely wasn’t because we had our picnic outside the bullring.
Finally, we pulled in to the Camping Brouquere on a lovely vine covered hillside outside Gondrin. We’ve read our books, relaxed in the sunshine (which arrived mid afternoon) and we’ll sit down to a dinner of shepherd’s pie and veggies in a minute, carefully prepared by my lovely husband while I sat and blogged. I definitely won’t trade him in just yet!