An English couple moved onto the campsite yesterday and set up only three pitches from us. The lady of the couple is, vocally, the reincarnation of Hilda Ogden*. Her shrill, Mancunian voice has been echoing across the empty campsite for…
Tilting at Windmills
The camping season is definitely drawing to an end in this part of France. When we arrived six days ago the “Camping Full” sign went up by the end of the day. By now there are less than 15 motorhomes…
Roman engineering at its best
Team Basil has finally shaken off the lingering effects of both man flu and lady flu. Well almost. Sarah took the dogs out for their normal morning constitutional and managed to get herself lost – again. I was impressed that…
Sarah visits a windmill – by accident!
The seemingly innocuous little bug that I picked up six days ago is still adversely affecting Team Basil. When we woke up Sarah was still a little under the weather and so Basil’s day trip was cancelled. It looked like…