A very late post …. lost our internet 10 days short of returning to the UK and then, somehow, we’ve been amazingly busy!
679 – Wednesday 5th April 2017: Driving Day
We hadn’t driven all day – since we flitted from Portugal to Nice…. 8 hours travelling – and a nice aire in Cusiance – near where we had stayed before on our way home, this time last year. Met a motorhome neighbour…. Now, when a young lady meets a nice Swedish man – what does she say, eh? Obviously – in fluent Swedish – “I’m drunk and I love you”!!! K seemed taken aback when his hands suddenly became more tactile…. and her Swedish wasn’t that fluent, either… I wasn’t impressed. Perhaps, that’s the direct line Oscar should try with Kensey? K’s excuse was that she learned it from some sailors? I wanted a Harry Potter wand – to turn the Swedish man into – a tartcitron with extra mushypeas – deepfried!
A quiet night…..
680 – Thursday 6th April: Langres
Driving for a few hours, we stopped for lunch at an aire in Langres… A Dutch van parked alongside us (a bit close) – they appeared tone a bit taciturn…. However, quite understandably so – when we saw they unloaded a completely shredded rear tyre – and the chap closely inspected their spare which he had fitted. We picked up some of the local cheese – orange skin and the lady in the shop gave me some paper bags so it could breathe … nice.
We walked the walls around the town and thought it a pleasant town. We drove on a France Passion vineyard … with views over fields, including one with Llamas, one sheep and one goat! Peaceful and on an Oscar walk, I discovered that the town housed the country retreat and museum to Charles de Gaulle.
With M. Didier – something to do with encyclopedias.
All that remains of the funicular, as Langres is built on a rocky promontory.
681 – Friday 7th April: Vet Day
We contemplated visiting the de Gaulle museum etc, but at EUR16 and with limited time to us, we declined. Met Robyn and Kensey in a car park very close to the centre of Troyes. We wandered and imbibed several glasses of Chablis with Robyn. Oscar had his first visit with a non-English vet. A thorough examination and prescribed the worming tablets required for the pet passport. My vet had said that he should not have a certain type as they contained a medicine already in his Advantix or Advocate …. I tried to get the vet to give him Droncit, which I knew was OK, but no go. Fortunately he gave me the tablets to give to Oscar with food later that evening. Completely against the rules, but I was able to ring my UK vet practice and verify if this particular tablet was OK for him to take.
Robyn had identified a Sport Centre parking just on the outside of Troyes, which was a lot quieter than the city centre car park would have been on a party night.
682-683 – Saturday 8th and Sunday 9th: Moving North – Another Shangri-La
Robyn, again identified another superb aire at Mareuil le Port. Not on most of the apps, just as well or it would have been over run! A park next to the river. The motorhome bays had their own water and concrtete patio area. As well as electric for those of us that parked where it worked. So lovely we decided to stay two nights – Robyn longer. Robyn started hand washing, so I got the old twin tub out and was guilted into doing a load of ours too. Perfect sunshine and a gentle breeze for drying the washing and us being outside pretty much all the time. J lost a bet over when the Sicilian earthquake devastated the SE corner … 1693 is now engrained on his memory! Consequece for J was to get the ladder out and clean the road kill on the from to Robyn’s van! We had a ‘slight’ incident where I slammed j’s hand in Jez’s door. Bearing in mind we have to really REALLY slam it, I was convinced all the bones in his fingers were crushed to a powder. The neighbouring French motorhomers shot out with some magic Arnica cream and J did not have bruising or swelling. I’ve bought some now, for the next time I try to damage him! BBQ both nights.
Foot care!
Amazing Pitches.
Kensey basking in the sun. Oscar finds the shade … they are so incompatible!
Pilates class … who is absent? That would be the photographer! Oscar tied up or he would try to join in ….
… he seemed to derive much enjoyment just watching … little perv!
684 – Monday 10th: Bergues for an Overnight
A longish drive up north and we overnighted at Bergues, just 35 mins from the Tunnel. Far enough away from trouble and really quiet. I took Oscar for a walk around the Vauban fort and walls and then into the town centre. Being British, I was all bagged up to poop scoop by one of the outer paths, to be told, most insistently, by locals that it really was not necessary to pick up not in towns. J struck up a conversation with our Belgian neighbour who told him that he had fought in the war and was on his way Normandy in his motorhome to meet up with some surviving members of his regiment. Just how old would this have made him? Almost 90 at least!
Bergues.
685 – Tuesday 11th: Back to Blighty and with the Reads
Early for our tunnel crossing as slightly anxious about how long the Pet Reception area would take. In the event, it was super quick and we caught an earlier train. We did not experience the sinking feeling we had this time last year … the sun shone and the M25 behaved!!!! We parked up straddling Ian and his neighbour’s drive (they kindly move out and we pay motorhome parking rent in the form of a bottle of whence became). A great evening, only marred by the fact that Nicky’s father really was not well. Got to watch Robot Wars with Jimmy …. forgot how much I used to enjoy it.
686 – Wednesday 12th: Sinead and Shane
Ian and Jimmy were off to Barcelona the next day, so we took Jimmy for a blowy walk along the sea shore and for a muffin and hot chocolate in Rusty … Ian could pack and still deal with work (he works from home). We then legged it to Farnham to Coxbridge Farm, where we stay near my family home. We collected the car from the Aged P’s on the way and then battled our way up the M3, M25 and cut across W London to Ealing. It all felt incredibly built up and busy. just where do all these people come from? Our destination was to dine with J’s baby daughter and partner, Shane in their new flat.
687 – Thursday 13th: Supper with the Aged P’s
We sorted out the rest of the garage and lugged a LOT of stuff back over to the Aged P’s for storage in their attic. We now have room for the bikes 🙂 It will be interesting to see how oscar copes with us on bikes! The former Welshie, Will, knew to avoid wheels and when I called him to heel, would run around the back of my bike and trot along bedside my left foot. Somehow, I am in no doubt, that Oscar is not going to be so bike friendly.
I cooked at Rothbury for the Aged P’s and since we were sampling the Portuguese Moscatel that I’d squirrelled away (had buried it deep in the garage so we were not tempted to drink it when our own supplies ran out) and the Rasteau from the France Passion Cotes de Rhone vineyard we’d stayed on, we stayed the night.
688 – Friday 14th: Supper with Caroline and Terry
Another boozy night with food away! It started with a bottle of proper Champagne to celebrate J’s forthcoming BIG birthday. We started the night here too!
Their No. 1 Daughter is Maddy’s bestie and they had news of the intimidation and bullying that goes on for freshers on the Uni Hockey Tour to Croatia. She had been forced to eat and drink all sorts of obnoxious concoctions, including the pee of one of the lads …. Just horrid. Given how much anti bullying education goes on in school, it is just incredible that they are all too intimidated to speak up.
689 – Saturday 15th: Meeting the NEW Boyfriend
Maddy (she now spells her name Madi) and Brad came to supper. Their friends have dubbed them Bradi! We really liked him. They’ve known each other a few years and he seems to have the measure of how she will wind him up when she’s bored!
690 – Sunday 16th: Cooking and a Turkey Easter Supper
I spent most of the day food prepping at the Aged P’s. So that I could use her kitchen, Mutt moved her food prep to Clare and Chris’ house. Cx2 have, for the second Easter running, been tow path support crew for Louis who was competing in the Devizes to Westminster rowing race. The competitors have to camp and prepare their own food in the evening. The support crews, literally wedge food in them as they pass by, but it means very early starts and a lot of driving. Hence Mutt cooking an Easter meal at Clare’s. J and I have not had a proper turkey dinner for 2.5 years … just scummy.
691 – Monday 17th: BIG Party No.1
We had a great evening with some England based friends for the first of J’s 70th birthday parties. The raffle, where you can steal what someone else has was fun … with people hunting down the whisky, port and the camper van mug. The BBQ sauce bottle nearly ended up with Clare – she did keep offering it around. Madly, so busy I forgot to take any pix. 😦
Besties Maddy and Dayna – besties and their youthful mothers!
Frances and Edward gave J two hedgehogs … we named the Van Jez, which is Slovenian for Hedgehog (so named after it’s brand Adria Sonic Supreme – Sonic the hedgehog. We’ve named these two Jez and Belle … Jezebel.
Jezebel.
692 – Tuesday 18th: Cleaning
Thank goodness for dishwashers! And I had forgotten (put it from my mind) how long it takes to clean a proper house, and we only cleaned a few rooms! Think we’ll stick with a motorhome. No garden either!!!
693 – Wednesday 19th: Warranty Work
Our list of Jez faults, included a dodgy step, no hob ignition, a leaking kitchen sink, no rear view / reversing camera and some smaller items such as bits of trim falling off. An early start and down to Family Tavel Centre in Bristol for the repairs. Nearly all completed and at no charge :). Having walked Oscar in Stoke Park for the best part of 2 hours, we left him in the car whilst we shopped till J dropped! I then carried on – buying something pretty much from each floor in John Lewis!
Then over to Stephen and Kay for a lovely tapas / grazing supper. They are really pleased with their new motorhome – an 8m AutoTrail …. I have storage envy!
We had booked to stay in Bristol for a few days, but the doctor had rearranged J’s over 70 DVLA for tomorrow and I was off on a TRIP! Barcelona with Maddy – Ola!
Stoke Park with the Dower House in the distance … we lived next to it for 3 months.
Pleased to be back in time for the bluebells.
Clune Gap Years 