The campsite at Avignon had a loud speaker warning system for in case of flooding. On arrival, the Rhône River had looked very high and, worryingly, the rain continued to fall all evening and all night. I half expected to be issued with life-jackets at check in! My nightmares on Sunday night included being thrown […]
Saturday morning saw us shifting on again, but not very far and in awful conditions. It had rained all night and was still coming down fairly heavily. When I opened the door to walk over to the showers, we were sitting in puddles and all the daisies were underwater. A German couple in a large
Day one of week three started with fresh chocolate croissants and became another rest day. We got two loads of washing hung out in the sunshine, Rodney iced his ankle a bit more, and we got all the photos up to date. I plucked up the courage to relive and type up the blog about
It took us both a bit of time to work out if our bodies were going to move when we woke up the next morning. But after breakfast and another hot shower, we said our farewells to the Dutch campsite owner and drove in to Vallon Pont d’ Arc. We found the post office and
With loaded ambition of it being a sunny day and perhaps warm, we drove in to Vallon Pont d’ Arc, made up a baguette full of tuna with salad and then checked in at Aigue Vive for the experience of a lifetime. We were told that the Ardèche River at Vallon is the most
Despite a still swollen foot, Rodney opted to drive us on to our next destination…….wherever that might be. The rain during the night had woken us both up, but by breakfast time it had stopped. Unfortunately, when we finally got around to leaving the campsite around 10:30am it had started again and the temperature had
Day one of week two started slowly, we really must factor in more of these……. With one load of washing done, we strung a line from a nearby tree to one of Eileen’s wing mirrors to get it all dry. Rodney spent the morning catching up on the news on the free internet and then
Travelling by campervan through the French countryside in Spring is to live life at heavenly pace. With my first pot of wildflowers; cowslips, speedwell, daisies and muscari, tucked into a non spillage situation, we set off down to Vėzelay. This quiet, little town is built on the top of a hill with nice views of
Whatever you are, be a good one… We checked out of the Amiens campsite at 10:15am and headed south east past Roye and Noyen on an incredibly long, straight, presumably ex-Roman road. From Noyen we wiggled on down to Soissons and then directly south down the much faster D1 to Chateau-Thierry where we found a
A new world was opening up to us. Of course, it had always been there, all around us, every day, but travelling in Eileen really had made that phrase mean something to us. Around 2pm on Wednesday 10 April we left Calais and struck out south easterly to Amiens, stopping only to fill up Eileen
Life is what happens to you when you are making other plans After a chilly seven days in Switzerland, we found it just as cold back in England and we still needed to wear the ski jackets and gloves. There were a few soggy patches of snow in the fields and under hedges around
On Thursday 21st March, after dropping off Eileen for her annual check-up and service we walked to the local ‘greasy spoon’ in Hertford. The Rose Café does a fine selection of everything that should be on the menu, at a traditional ‘English Breakfast’ eatery. Eileen came up trumps; though she did need four new tyres