
Here we go again a group of us are about to embark on a trip to France towing our caravans.
The target is to visit a member of the Camping and Caravan Club who has moved to France, but prior we will be visiting another site and also a couple of others on our return journey home.
Night before and getting nervous of our impending adventure.
Checked everything twice, checked Destination Post Codes, arranged with everyone to meet on dockside
All met at the dockside as agreed and were well to the front of the queue when the gates were open but that did not help as we were the last ones to be loaded.
Parked up and off loaded to the cabins and straight to the Bar. The time by now was 10-45 pm a swift pint ( in my case a glass of wine, there was no decent beer on sale)and off to bed as we had a 5-30 call in the morning.
All to breakfast and back to the cars for embarkation.
Last on first off so we were lucky to get away quickly.
I followed Ian off and through the town we drove in the rush hour and out onto the open road , we lost sight of the others who all had various travel information, Sat Nav’s etc and the start of our 214 mile journey to a site Just South of “Tours” in the Region of Loire Valley towards the center of France
Kevin who had set off a day earlier contacted us to say the original site would not accept Caravans longer that 7 Mtr so he arranged another site locally and would we all change details of our destination.
I was following Ian and using my Sat Nav, soon he decided to bare to the right, my Sat Nav thought otherwise so I carried on in the direction I was following.
It later transpired that Ian was Lost, took directions from where ever and went over the same bridge Three times and got quite friendly with the Toll Lady, each time having to pay the toll plus another toll trying to get on the right road.
It all ended well
I decided to get some fuel and called into a Fuel station and tried to use a Non manned fuel pump, all information was in French, the Machine was old and I had great difficulty in getting an Fuel. Eventually a Van pulled up on the other side of the Pump and the driver a rather large Frenchman helped me. The Credit card that I had loaded with Euros could not be used at non-manned fuel pumps.
He filled my car with fuel using his own credit card and I compensated him with the money.
Wow what a gentleman.
Continuing my journey mile after mile we came upon a Non -manned toll station, attempting to use my credit card that refused to be recognized and trying to pay with notes with no success trying to use other credit cards did not work
The queue’s of traffic built up very quickly making me more anxious.
Suddenly a very bad Monsieur Cluso spoke via a speaker.
I am not very good at hearing, with the road traffic noise I was having trouble understanding him.
After several minutes of heated conversation another card slot started Flashing into that I tried my card and all was well it accepted my card and Off we went trying to recover from my frustration.
We continued our journey, this time without any problems until we reached our Site. The reception had gone to lunch and would not be back for another 90 minutes and the barrier was down
Mark decide to arrive and then Ian all blocking the road and entrance.
Some confusion and annoyance from other cars and Kevin (He was there from the night before)had the bright Idea to use his entrance/exit card to raise the barrier.
Problem solved onto the site and park up.
Spent evening relaxing with a few drinks and planning on tomorrows adventures

Visit it to ‘Tours’
After that lovely evening sunset we arose to a lovely day, sun shining giving promise to a lovely day.
We split into natural groups, Tony, Elaine Mark & Sue decided to walk into “Tours”, Sandra and I decided to catch the Bus and Julie, Ian and Julie had a late start and decided upon Carrefour
Oft we went.
Confused about the Bus we waited on the wrong side of the road but then realised we should be on the other side crossed the rod and entered into a conversation with some of locals that got even more confusing until a young lad who wanted to improve his English language skills engaged us in conversation.
What a lovely young lad, very helpful explaining with limited language but enough for us to understand about the return journey.
When we alighted the bus organised a on/off/ return ticket for us at 1.74 euros each
What good value!
Done the usual thing, boring for me , Happy for Sandra in and out of shops trying to replace the coat she lost on board the Ferry(left it on the back of the chair in the bar when we retired Nowhere to be found and not handed in at reception)
I thought the prices were expensive in Carrefour compared to UK.
In the mean time I arranged to meet the others at a pub/café to break up the day while Sandra was in a shop I Communicated with Mark & Co who were nearly in a Pub/Bar.
We shall be in there approx 30 mins. Ok will see you there, now bearing in mind we are in a foreign city don’t know where we are or where they are it was a profound statement.
Resorted to Goole Maps.
I forgot to tell you I had for gotten my Glasses and Hearing aids and that’s not help full when you are consulting your mobile on a sunny day.
I could not hear or see the map instructions, my estimated time of arrival was getting bigger and bigger, I was walking in the wrong direction and farther away from the Bus stop, so I contacted Mark and cancelled the meeting.
It resolved into a good decision, they had Mussels and Frites for lunch and could not stand looking at all those Fanny’s looking at me while eating.

You can see the tram lines going off into the distance, most of the central area is pedestrianised
We decide to call into Carrefour on the way back to Site to try to replace the coat Sandra had lost, but the prices (In my opinion) were silly for what on offer and thankfully her size was not available
So we bought some meat caught the bus back to site for a Barbecue.
We spoke to numerous people during the day who were all quite friendly and helpful.
The city was very clean, most of the area was pedestrianised, and a tram ran through the centre It was very quite, I suppose it was siesta time. Photo of tram lines.
Back to site , Barbeque time and a few beers.
I retired and left the other discussing their day time activities.
Checking all the route details for the following day’s journey to see our Friends Simon & Val.
Got to sleep well after all the day’s excitement .
6.15 in the morning we were all awakened by Thump, Thump bloody Thump music from across the water, and big mouth on a microphone shouting in a foreign language( I think by the Law of averages it must have been French)
We could not see the disturbance because of a high defence wall of earth keep the water at bay.
It woke all the site
It later transpired to be a Triathlon, the first stage being the swimming.
That was it we were all up early, I started with a shower, breakfast and a steady pack up ready for the road
All departed separately, Simon did not want us all arriving together up setting the neighbours in this sleepy Village of St Leger Magnzeix.
Bob Weeks had already flown in previously, he was standing in the Lane waving his arms directing us into site.
What a relief after travelling along the ‘D’ roads, that were a poor version of our ‘A’ roads road widths from narrow two lans to single track hoping there’s nothing coming the other way.
Through sleepy French villages (it was Sunday) that were not designed to take caravan’s, ridiculous bends into narrow roads, and out into the country side again
Our hosts were ready to greet us to the homestead

To their plot of land way into the country side with crickets croaking, birds humming, butter flies in abundance, frogs croaking, peace and serenity difficult to find in the UK.
Chickens
producing too many eggs that no doubt be consumed by the visitors.
Was sad to hear they had to get rid of
their Cockerel named Terry, said he made too much noise upsetting the
Neighbours.
Brilliant sunshine all day, too hot for me.
We all settled in to site quite easily a standard Communal Barbecue was had a few beers

and over to Simons Gazebo to finish a very pleasant day.I retired from the Hullabaloo of the excited conversation, I need my beauty sleep also to keep up to date with my “Blog”
To Ballac
I teamed up with Mike, he like driving and Off we went to a local town of Ballac.
It is very strange to drive along roads with hardly any traffic, this has been the general situation since driving on the “D” roads in France.
We met up with others there, the general idea was to have drink at a café/bar near an ancient bridge on the banks of a River

We parked the car (No Parking limitation or cost)and proceeded to walk down a steep hill towards the river observing the various style’s living accommodation.
Still downhill we eventually were greeted by the others who had discovered the Café/Bar was closed on Tuesday’s and Wednesday
After a quick look around this lovely well kept area walked back to the cars up a 40% hill that really was trying on the lungs and Heart to retrieve the car and go back to collect our wives. In the meantime others found another café/bar and we joined them.

Suitable refreshed we returned to site via Super Marche to collect additional items for the barbeque. Not a very inspiring day but there was more to come.
Ian Willis our Chairman was celebrating his Birthday , It was decided to surprise him with a
Meal at a local Restaurant to which all 15 of us will attend.
A noisy crowd of English descended up on this other wise quiet Restaurant, much to the smiling proprietor. Mr Willis showed his surprise and appreciation and stood the first round much to the surprise of all. (Cheers Mr Willis from all)
Great time was had by all munching through their choice of the Menu.
Unfortunately the evening came to an end and the appointed chauffeurs took up their positions for the ride home.
I think this was about 11.00pm, most joined Val & Simon on their Patio the drinks(in the case of some a little more) I decided to leave this happy throng and make for my Bed.
There’s more, Sandra followed me shortly, it was a warm night after the temperatures of the around 30C so all the windows were open and the roof lights.
I seem to remember looking out of the widow and saw flash of lightening and put my head upom my pillow and off to sleep I went.
Apparently the storm grew closer and closer with greater flash’s and more thunder until it awoke most of the camp except me and Kevin who wears ear plugs for some reason.
Thankfully I slept through the storm and awoke fresh in the morning
To Orandour Sur Glane
We were late off site on our decision to take up the recommendations to visit this Historical Site.
The site was as listed above a notorious site during the second world war.
France as you know was occupied by Germany, France put up some resistance in various areas.
The Germans/SS thought that this was an area of resistance and decided to make an example of the people and the village.
In short they rounded them up in various area’s after surround the village and massacred most of the residents apprx. 1500 in total.
Then tried to hide the bodies by burying them, a few escaped to tell the tale.
The village was then destroyed, the irony of it all is there were no weapons found at all, this was not a hot spot of resistance.
It was after the war that the locals decided to make this village a memorial with an illustrated museum that now attracts visitors.
For Sandra and I it was rather a morbid day, difficult to understand Man’s inhumanity to man.

I found it difficult to understand the Architect who designed exterior in 6/8mm steel plate welded together.
That evening we gathered on the field for the last time to say our goodbyes to our Hosts for the 4 day’s we had spent with them, parting is but sweet sorrow as we gradually returned to our Vans for the night .
Now oft to a site at Saint Jean De Monte
Val furnished ever one with a supply of eggs from her supply
And we left in a staggered order for our 200 mile journey to the northwest coast.to a site called Camping Yole, one of many in this area and not far from the beach.
An uneventful journey across France some deviating depending up on their navigation system.
We arrived booked in Tony and Mark had laid the foundation for our visit, so we were expected.
Onto our pitch, Tony and Mark unhooked my van and pushed into position, they never had time for me to reverse it on
Suddenly the van was on the move again being pulled but this time including Ian.
Sandra had expressed displeasure of the pitch because it was in the shade of some trees.
Down the road and around the corner to a more suitable site, Sandra and Elaine marched off to office to inform them of the pitch change.
Thankfully there was no objection.
The same happened to Ian and Julie so we were all set up close on the cross roads.
News spread around the site of this band of Caravan’s arriving causing some entertainment or otherwise, of this once quiet site with all the loud communications.
This turned out to quite a good position, we were on route for a large section of the camp who had to pass by for all the amenities so we became familiar to lots who cared to pass the time of day (Bon Jour/ Hello depending upon their nationalities.
It was remarkable the no of Brits who were here, Gloster, Cheddar, Axbridge and so on including a Rally from CSMA.
Our Pitch had it’s own water & Electric and close to all the amenities, freshly Baked Baggett’s were available from reception
In all a pleasant clean and friendly site.
We all settled in and drifted off to the bar/restaurant in various stages where there was entertainment, a “Beetles” tribute group.
We were sat outside, after a lovely sunny day it got cold outside and some drifted off home.
The following day Sandra and I decide to investigate the area and decided upon a walk to the Beach, it was a little further that originally thought but the Sun was shining again.(we have been lucky, Sandra and I normally take our own rain cloud when we go on holiday)
Strolling along the promenade we came across Mark Tony and their girls have Bite to eat, and soon after Kev and Julie arrived,
We parted and the others made plans to hire some push bikes for the following day to explore further along the coast.
There were plenty of cycle paths to choose from.
We returned home for another barbecue and finished the night with Julie Dewfall.The poor girl was suffering from “Bingo” withdrawal symptoms, so we engaged her in a few games but did not let her win.
Oft to bed ready for the next day
To the Markets today
Croix De Vie was the destination today to have a look at atypical French Market.
Situated on an estuary, it was a pleasant short journey the boats were moored along the banks, the tide was out.
Seeking instruction on the location of the Market we were directed towards a Super Market, redirected we retraced our steps to the one we required.
The sun was shining yet again it was tiresome for us men, all female oriented shops, into the market square, reserved for the market on Saturday, was the food, flower, fish bread and other local produce on sale.
We decided upon some refreshment after our tenuous stroll around the market in the sun again

We moved on to Saint Jean De Monte another modern village one of a few along this stretch of the coast all connected by the D38 that made it easy for travel.
Usual around the town clothes shops eateries etc
In the town Square they were preparing for celebration of ‘St Jean”
A professional set up with a large stage and sound desk set in the centre. Looked really good and sounded excellent on the pre run.

They whiled away the time with food and beer.
We did not fancy hanging around and getting mixed up with jumping / mad crowd( being the miserable sod I am)

We returned home to site

























This week is’ Pink Week’ in Wooton under Edge in support of Brest Cancer, all the shops had to display something Pink in their shop window. This Lady Won in my opinion for her idea and effort. This was just an ordinary Mannequin, she decorated it with her own range of paints.



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and several times during the day, being situated at the end of Bournemouth International Airport, but that did not bother us.