Our campsite did not improve in the light of a new day and so we decided to move on. But before seeking a fresh campsite we decided not to pass up the opportunity to explore the Camargue and its unique…
Pooped by my own Parsimony
This morning was bitterly cold in Massiac, barely above freezing. This somewhat perplexed me, since we are now so far south, until we started driving. As we joined the free motorway south signs made it clear that we were at…
Mistletoe and Wine
Today has been another long driving day but without the excitement of yesterday’s trip through Paris. Reading in the news today we were, in fact, quite lucky to get away with a small hold up on the Peripherique. It’s a…
Plans Crumble to Sand
Last night we ambled over to the Old Gate Inn for our last taste of home, but we might have well not bothered. The beer and cider were good, but the food, especially as it labels itself a “gastropub” was…