On Tuesday we fancied a boat ride to Portovenere, but it didn’t happen. We walked to the tourist office to get tickets and check that the 10am boat would run; the weather was a bit indifferent, though the sea did look fairly calm and it wasn’t windy. We were told to walk to the other
Mr Campsite cheered me up on Friday by delivering a free pot plant to our campervan, it’s a beautiful marguerite daisy in a soft shade of pink. We weren’t special to him, he actually delivered one to every plot on the campsite and we think that’s a really lovely touch. We’re not sure how often
On day one of week seven there was a great plan in place: Get up to date on computer stuff, read books and The Daily Telegraph magazine, swim in the pool for some exercise, cycle in to Antibes late afternoon for a final mooch around and a dinner somewhere nice. That plan never happened. Day
It’s a Tuesday, it’s not a public holiday, it’s not a Sunday, so we should be able to get a bus and yes, we had a choice of two arriving at the same time. We had to wait a while at the train station as all the trains were running late; do trains ever run
We had no idea of where we were, though we knew that the campsite we were in, was not far from Antibes, but the question was, were we up on a hill? As it was a Sunday we assumed that the buses would be fairly irregular, so we bit the bullet, and after repairing another
Another day of rain and we’re starting to play the ‘Glad Game’ just a little too much. We’re glad we’re not in a tent. We’re glad we’re not on a motorbike. We’re glad we’re cosy and dry inside Eileen. We’re glad it’s not too cold. We’re glad we have our own loo. We’re glad we
On Wednesday morning, with the grumpy folk next door packing up and Rodney, sort of, nursing a slightly aching brain (it was only one bottle of wine, must have been a cheap one), we decided to stay another day. After two loads of washing and a huge number of emails typed up, we sat outside
It took us a while to leave the campsite at La Tour Fondue because you ‘re not allowed to unplug your electricity connection; it’s locked in a box. After packing everything up and paying up, we had to wait for half an hour before someone came over to disconnect us. We’d never come across this
Moving from a fully booked campsite in the middle of a very long public holiday weekend (Wednesday off, Thursday off, Saturday and Sunday….is anyone likely to actually work on the Friday?) was worrying us a little as to where we might be staying on Thursday night. So I was in the shower by 7am and
As we drove out of the campsite on Monday morning, we realised that we had actually been parked almost under the Trois Sautets Bridge which was much favoured by Cezanne; he used to paint many pictures of the bathers in the water and on the beach below. It’s now a rather built up area, with
Friday turned in to a wonderful catch-up day and we both felt all the more relaxed for it. We spent most of the day sitting outside under the awning reading our books. Eileen received a good wash down and she now looks a lot smarter without all the mud and grime all over her. All
It is now week four and our bikes are still firmly strapped to the back of Eileen. When we packed up to leave Avignon in the pouring rain, we noticed that the bag, which is covering our bikes was full of water, so we opened the bottom of the bag and watched a small waterfall