April 28th 2010

Playa Tropicana – Alcossebre (Castellon) – ACSI2010-1559, continued

We get ourselves out on our bicycles before it becomes too hot. It is in my mind to try cycling along the coast on minor roads / tracks to Peniscola, which according to my calculations is about ten miles north of where we are.

The first three miles are easy going, along paved roads and paths, but then (after the lighthouse to the north of Alcossebre), it becomes a fairly rough track, more suited to a mountain bike really, plus it is very up and down.

We pass the other camp site from the ACSI book (Ribamar - 1560), not a good bet this, it might have decent facilities, but it is in the middle of nowhere and at least 3Km along a rough unmade track.

We soldier on but at 6 miles, there is no built up area visible further along the coast, and there is dissent in the ranks.

We turn around and head back. This is certainly the more upmarket part of the resort, with a good promenade along the beach and some rather smart properties.

At the first bar, we stop for a cooling glass of Rose, then decide to have an ice cream. Kathleen settles for a fairly mundane strawberry ice cream, but predictably I go for an enormous banana split, with three flavours of icecream, cream etc etc. The waitress actually sings "happy birthday" to me when she brings it, even although it is not my birthday of course.

After lunch we spend the afternoon at the beach, it is a hard life.

Only two mentions of Liptons tea bags, but then again, we had only one cup of tea today!

April 27th 2010

Playa Tropicana – Alcossebre (Castellon) – ACSI2010-1559, continued

The last Asda teabag was used last night, so far there have been three mentions of how crap the French bought Lipton teabags are, otherwise not a word of complaint.

I always fall prey to insect bites, and given that the weather has now warmed up nicely, there is no shortage of biting insects. Kathleen has been coating herself in "Avon Skin so Soft", which, we have been told in the past is an effective insect repellent, although it is not intended as such. Apparently even soldiers use the stuff, when they are in tropical climates, it is so effective.

It is doubly effective for Kathleen, since I am usually somewhere near to her, and not coated in "Skin so Soft" (because she hides it away for herself), so the insects feast on me and not her. To add to the problem, we have an ultra-violet insect killer (which I might say is not terribly effective). It it re-chargable, but during one of her "tidying up" exercises (for which read, move things from where I put them, to somewhere else), the charger has been moved, and now, despite the fact it is somewhere in the van, we cannot find it. 

After yesterdays exertions, I do not think we will be doing anything too energetic today.

Today is hairdressing day, ie the full works, washing, drying straightening etc etc.

We walk to the supermarket, yes, you guessed it, because the cycle helmet will mess up the hair.

Then we lie about in the sun.

I summon the energy for a half hour cycle ride along the coast, then we play badmington for a little while, but it is too hot for serious exertion. Perhaps a game of boules after tea might be an idea.

Excitement extends to watching a giant grasshopper as it climbs about in the hedge alongside our pitch.

Our English neighbours are gearing up to leave. They have not been unfriendly, simply reserved, and have (as they say) kept themselves to themselves. Kathleen had observed, to me, that they must have been away from home for some time, since they are well sun tanned (particularly the wife of the pair). Well, seeing that they were packing to go Kathleen made a special effort to talk to them (and of course extract as much information as possible). I was away washing the dishes, but joined in the conversation, briefly, as I walked past with the (washed) dishes. During this brief chat I noted the reason for the wife's "good tan", was that she was in fact brown skinned. I wandered back to the van to put away the dishes, having decided to mention to Kathleen (on her return), the reason for the tan. Too late, on her return, Kathleen told me she had committed the faux-pas of saying "you must have been away from the UK for a long time, you have a great sun tan", a special McCaffery moment, don't you agree?

April 26th 2010

Playa Tropicana – Alcossebre (Castellon) – ACSI2010-1559, continued

The day begins with clear blue sky and bright sunshine, great, we can "do" the cycle ride to Alcala de Xivert, from the booklet we got from Tourist Information.

We pack our sandwiches, and a drink, and off we go.

Before continuing, I should explain that the booklet gives the following information (and I quote):

Difficulty: Leisurely
Type of Route: Flat, Road
Length: 16km (10 miles)
Duration: 1hr 45Min

The following is how the route is decribed (and again I quote).

"Leaving from Alcosserre towards Alacal de Xivert along the national highway go around the roundabout and leave the Tossalet Hostel on your left, and then continue on under the bridge at the turn off to Capicorb. About 300m further on, turn right onto a dirt road that initially runs parallel to the Valencia-Barcelona railway line, only pass under the railway line various times along the way. Then the route continues for various kilometres along flatish land, and then borders the Estopet Ravine, and ventures on to the outskirts of the mountains of the Sierra De Irta Nature Park. Leaving behind the Espopet Ravine, you first come to Frenchmans Cross and then the Calvary Chapel, then enter Alcal De Xivert."

A point to note, the time given to complete the route is 1hr 45min, this automatically means that Kathleen expects to do it in 1hr maximum.

We set off, and all goes according to plan.

We come to the bridge, find the dirt road, and set off along it.

It is a little bit rough, but soon the surface improves and becomes tarmac. It is more or less flat.

We pass under the railway line a couple of times, no problem, we are cycling between fields planted with Orange trees and Olive trees.

We see hardly anyone, just a few people working in the fields. It is very hot (25C).

Then we come to the bit where it says "borders the Estopet Ravine". Wrong. It does not "border" the ravine (which by the way is a mini Grand Canyon), the route goes down into the ravine, (very nice free wheeling for a half a mile) and then up the other side, (not so nice).

This our view from almost the top of the otherside of the ravine.

But credit where credit is due, there is not a word of complaint, well, that is not quite right, but only a couple of words.

Then we come to the bit where it says "ventures on to the outskirts of the mountains of the Sierra De Irta Nature Park", ventures on to the outskirts!, it goes right over the bl***y top of the mountain!

By now we have done about 9 miles, and we are not going to turn back, so eventually we make it to Alcala de Xivert, it has taken us 2hrs 15minutes to do the 11 miles.

I can only conclude that the person who translated the route from Spanish into English, did not know the words "up", "big" or "hill", so just used the words they did know, ie flat.

It gets worse.

Kathleen's reason for coming here was to see the inside of what we are told is an impressive church. We find the church is closed on Mondays, and the doors are locked. The tourist information office is also closed

We sit and have our sandwiches in the square infront of the church, which you can see here. Not sure what the banner is about.

Deciding that having pedalled this far, we may as well have a look around, we wander around the town. That is it, apart from the church, there appears to be nothing else to see.

We eventually find a bar and retire to it. Here mutiny breaks out. Some of the other routes in the Tourist Information booklet are actually decribed as "Difficult", god knows what they must be like. Kathleen says she is not doing anymore cycle rides from the Tourist Information book and she is not going back the way we have come. So we opt to go back along the N340, risking death by juggernaut as opposed to death by heart attack, altitude sickness, dehydration, exhaustion or a combination of all of these.

Fortunately, it now being about 14:30, the road is fairly quiet, all sensible people are having a siesta, and there is a fairly wide hard shoulder to the road for most of the way.

The return journey, is "only" 9 miles, so in total, the round trip is 20 miles.

We return to find we have some new English neighbours, they have bicycles on the back of the camper van. We ponder should we warn them about the Tourist Information book?, no, more fun to keep quiet.

We retire to the beach, which is just at the entrance to the campsite.

As you can see, we have it just about all to ourselves, there are only three of four other people dotted about the beach.

We chill, and I read my book.

As you can see below, Kathleen is same pose, different surroundings.

April 24th 2010 - April 25th 2010

Playa Tropicana – Alcossebre (Castellon) – ACSI2010-1559, continued

Using the diagram drawn by the young chap at reception we attempt to find the church. I suppose we should be grateful that he tried to help, but we soon find the diagram is not much help. After leaving the campsite it directs us to turn right and continue for 2km. Since we are pedalling along the shore, with the sea on our right, we would literally be in deep water if we followed that instruction. It is clear the diagram is drawn in mirror image, ie left equals right, and right equals left! 

After riding for about 5km, we give up on the instructions and return to Alcossebre to the Tourist Information office. Here we get a street map with the church marked, and a booklet of walks and cycle rides for future use.

Even using the street map, we cannot find the church. We eventually ask a passing Spanish man, who in turn enlists the aid of a passing Spanish woman. From her we get the vital clue to how to find the church "Porta blanca" she tells us, which I interpret as "white door". Now the penny drops, we have ridden past the church at least three times, without recognising it as a church. It is a modern building with a big white surround to the door. So mission accomplished we retire to a beachfront bar.

We return to the site, having pedalled almost 11 miles looking for, and evetually finding the church.

After lunch we are lazing in the sun (as shown left), reading etc, when the arrival of a caravan towed by a car with Dutch number plates causes much excitement and hugging among our German neighbours.

As best we can understand, the new arrivals are (German?) friends of those around us. The driver of the car we are told is 85 years old, and is called Jacob, his wife, is 89, her name we are not sure of.

Due to an administrative foul up by campsite reception, their pitch has been wrongly booked. They have apparently been coming here to meet up with the rest of then for many years, and always have the pitch where we are parked.

The fact that "their" pitch is occupied (by us) seems to be causing them great concern, even although there is another empty pitch just a few yards along the road.

We offer to move pitch, and allow them to have "their" pitch, since it makes no real difference to us, but clearly means a lot to them. Let us face it, at 85 and 89, and having driven all of the way from Holland or Germany towing a caravan, it does not seem unreasonable to indulge them.

Our German neighbours insist in pitching in and helping move our stuff, and in directing me in manoevering off the existing pitch, and onto the new one. Since this whole operation is executed in a mix of German and English, it goes surprisingly smoothly.

They do seem keen to get rid of us, to next door to a Belgian couple.

Kathleen gets a big hug from Jacob, for allowing them to have "their" pitch.

Afterwards talking about it together, Kathleen and I both mention the fact that Jacob sounds like a distinctly Jewish name. Now I know, like Basil Fawlty, we should not mention the war. But it does seem rather odd don't you think. Perhaps they were on Schindlers List (yes, I know, in bad taste, but I could not resist it).

Having done our bit to foster peace and harmony in Europe, the rest of the afternoon is spent in using Skype to contact those of the children who are contactable.

Sunday, Kathleen is off to church. I find a newsagent selling English Newspapers, and catch up on the General Election saga, very missable. Followed by lunch at a beach side restaurant. I have a seafood starter, pasta, prawns, mussels, squid, and some other sea related things I cannot identify, but very nice, followed by fresh Tuna. Kathleen sticks to very English chicken and chips, followed by the biggest sweet on the menu, plus of course a very nice bottle of Rose wine.

In the afternoon, Kathleen decides to do some washing, and discovers where the washing up sinks are whilst searching for the washing machines.

April 21st 2010 – April 23nd 2010

Kathleen has a solution to the tea bag problem. A message to Phillippa and she has arranged for the tea bags to be collected from our house and delivered to Joan and Bryan, who will courier them across Europe, to deliver them to us when we meet up in France. Operation tea bag is now in progress.



Liguerre de Cinca (Huesca) – Liguerre de Cinca – ASCI2010-1622


We travel through Rioja wine country en route to the next site which is beside a man made lake (which is a reservoir) in the hills north east of Huesca.


As we approach, we think we may have made a big mistake, as we are heading steadily towards mountains which are covered in snow half way down their slopes. But when we arrive at the site it is positively stifling hot.

There are not many people here, it is obviously early in the season, one German van, and two Dutch vans (yes, those Dutch do get everywhere).

The surrounding countryside is beautiful, and there is hardly a sound except the birds.

There is a scenic walk to the village, along the lake, we sampled a little of it this afternoon after we arrived and plan to do the whole thing (3Km each way) tomorrow, provided we are not snowed in.

It does not snow so, we make the walk. It is beautiful and so peaceful, a bit like walking in the lake district but with more trees, and less people (we see no one). The village (Liguerre de Cinca) is very well restored, but deserted, we see one woman and three cats. Even the bar is closed, which is not much of a welcome when you have walked 3Km to get there!

In the afternoon, the Irish couple who we met briefly at Pamplona arrived, they must be following us.


I joked a few days ago about them getting the bus back from Pamplona. It turned out that what happened was, they got the bus into Pamplona. Had a bit explore, and then had themselves a meal with wine etc, followed by a few more drinks, missed the last bus back. So they decided to walk, setting off at 22:00, when it was pitch black. They had a few adventures getting lost in the dark, at one stage they even encountered a couple of Spanish policemen. When they explained in their pigeon Spanish that they were having difficulty finding their way back to the campsite, they said they could not help them. Anyway, they made it eventually, and are none the worse for the experience, as always, these things are funny after the event!


We have overnight rain, not heavy, and gone by morning, but enough to soak our chairs, Kathleen decides to dry them using an item of clothing from the dirty washing bag, it just happens to be one of my shirts.


We get an early start, about 09:30, because we have quite a long drive today (300km), along mostly single carriageway roads. The Tomtom does the navigating, all goes well except around Lerida, where they have built or I should say are in the process of building, a whole new motorway and ring road, which are not in our Tomtom, map. It just so happens Kathleen is driving at that point so she gets a couple of wrong turns, and some tight turning around manoeuvres in a housing estate, as well as a trip through Lerida Centre, complete with suicidal pedestrians.


We stop at just outside a place called Flix for lunch, at a well kept picnic place beside the River Ebro. There is even a supermarket just across the road, where Kathleen is able to buy a bottle of Larios Gin, just to get into the Spanish spirit so to speak. We arrive at Alcossebre at about 16:00.


Playa Tropicana – Alcossebre (Castellon) – ACSI2010-1559


First impressions are that this was a good choice, It is quite a large site, the sort of place where people spend the winter.

It is just about on the beach, you can hear the waves on the beach from our van, and everything seems to be in good order. It so happens that the pitch we choose is in the German quarter, and we have German and Belgian neighbours. We later find there is an English quarter, but we opt to stay where we are.


We have a quick explore before our evening meal, and manage a seven mile cycle along the coast, we do not find the church so that is a task for tomorrow.

20th April 2010

Looks as if the rain may have gone, sun is shining, with broken cloud, when we wake.

Today is major hair day, it is the full works, washing, straightening, conditioning etc etc, so that will take up most of the morning.

At least the teabags seem to have been forgotten about

By 10:30 the hairdressing is over, and is followed by a musical recital, in the course of which Kathleen makes the acquaintance of some of our neighbours, a couple from Northern Ireland, who are planning to walk into Pamplona today, and get the bus back.

There are bus stops, but we did not see a single bus when we cycled into Pamplona yesterday, so I don not really fancy their chances of getting a bus.

As of 20:45 they have not returned, so I suspect they are walking both ways!



Later (shortly before lunch) we go for a walk, (would have been a cycle ride, but the cycle helmet would mess up the hair).

We walk in the opposite direction to Pamplona, along a very well kept cycle / walking track. I think this must be part of the Pilgrim Route to Santiago de Compestela, since it is so well looked after.

As you can see Kathleen is striding out ahead.

The countryside here is not the barren, parched landscape of southern Spain, it green and planted with various crops, potatoes, maize, beans etc, etc. This much greenery of course must mean it rains here more often than in the south.

After about 2Km we come to a very pretty small village, which does not appear to have a name, just a bridge, and two bars, not even a shop as far as we can see.

When we get back to the van, we find that both English couples we spoke to yesterday have left, along with two Dutch couples, was it something we said?

It is very hot in the afternoon, we have to put the awning up to have some shade.

19th April 2010

We leave to head for Pamplona, it is not very far to drive, but we do remember that last time we came this way, the road was very poor.

We head south on the N10, the Tomtom, then takes us onto small road, presumably to bypass San Sebastian, but it is a bit scary, eventually we emerge onto a decent dual carriageway which whisks us toward Pamplona, the road has been dramatically improved since we last came this way about four years ago.

Eusa/Oricain/Pamplona - Camping Ezcaba - ACSI2010-1599

We had been remarking as we travelled, there was no indication we had left France and entered Spain, other than the road signs being in Spanish rather than French. But on arrival at the campsite, you immediately know you are in Spain. The facilities are clean and work fine, but everywhere you look, there are half finished things. On Kathleen's first trip to the loo, she noticed that the bolt to lock the door had been put on the wrong way around, so it slid away from the door frame instead of towards it. Another bolt had been added (right way round) a little higher up the door, rather than correct the original mistake.

The reception is closed (presumably because it is early in the season), the chap who books us in is the chef in the restaurant, so he really is the chief cook and bottle washer.

The ACSI book says there is a cycle track to Pamplona which about 9km away, so after a quick lunch and a brief chat with another English couple who are here, we set off on the bicycles for Pamplona.

Sure enough there is an excellent cycle track, following a river to Pamplona, so we have an explore. The bull run is not in progress, so we do a cycle run instead through the streets of old Pamplona. They have novel traffic lights here. When you press the button to cross the road, the sign shows a little red man standing still, and a count down of numbers from one minute (ie 59, 58.. and so on), then the grenn man comes on (a picture of a little green man running), and the numbers start to count up (to 30 seconds). The waiting bit is not appreciated by both of us.

Eventually we settle in a pavement cafe. The place is quite busy, after waiting for about 30 seconds, the McCaffery patience begins to slip. I go into the bar to try and buy our beers, but, I am told if you are sitting outside you have to get your drinks from the waiter. Eventually we get our much needed drink. It was bright and sunny when we left, but as we sit (under an awning fortunately) having our drink, there is a sudden thunderstorm.

This causes Kathleen enormous amusement. I have left my waterproof back at the van, and she has her "emergency" poncho style waterproof from the St Claire's walk in her handbag (explains why women's handbags are always so full). Fortunately the rain stops, and the sun comes out again.

We eventually head back to the van, but about two miles from the site, the thunderstorm returns, so Kathleen is able to use her "emergency poncho", which justifies having carried it all this way, I just get wet.

When we get back, we find there has been an influx of vans, there are now two Dutch caravans, a German Campervan and three English campervans, in addition to us. There are also a couple of sets of campers with tents, and a number of what look like static Spanish caravans. The Spaniards are just as noisy as we remember from previous trips, even the children conduct their conversations at a shout.

Fortunately, all the rain is torrential, it does not last for long, and we have done 16 miles in total.

April 14th 2010 - April 18th 2010

 Les Rosiers-sur-Loire � Le Val de Loire � ACSI 2010-963


They must have the BBC doing their weather forecasts here, because the forecast was for sun with a little cloud and 18C. We got full cloud cover, and about 14C, although it did become sunny by about 15:30.


French time is one hour ahead of UK time (ie when it is 08:00 in the UK, it is 09:00 here in France. Kathleen does not change her watch (no, I do not understand why) so in the morning she gets up according to UK time, ie 08:00 UK, 09:00French, and in the evening she goes to bed on French time ie 11:00French, 10:00UK), so it is difficult to have an early start, (unless I go without her).


When I unloaded the bicycles off the back of the van, I found that mine had a puncture which was too big to repair, fortunately I had a spare inner tube. Whilst I was in the process of fixing the tyre, we were approached by an English couple, asking if we had found any good cycling here, since we had not actually got out yet, we could not offer much information.


We eventually got on our way at about 10:30 and cycled across the bridge over the Loire to Gennes, then along the Loire to Saumur.

Unfortunately, the cycle track we scouted yesterday did not go all of the way to Saumur, so it was about half road and half cycletrack, but the road (D952) was almost traffic free, so it was no problem to cycle along it.

Here is Kathleen forging ahead on one of the off road sections with the Loire just visible through the trees to the left.

There are picnic tables at various points along the way, and we stop for lunch by the banks of the Loire, all very civilised. 













The total distance, there and back, plus a bit of exploring was 28 miles, it was a very enjoyable day, not a word of complaint from anyone.

Saumur is a pleasant French town, most of which is located on an island in the Loire. The Loire at this point is very wide, even although we are quite some distance from the sea, with grand bridges linking the island to the two opposite banks.

There is also an imposing Chateau, although it closed to the public at the time of our visit. It is still possible to wander around the grounds, which include a (drained) moat and a series of fortifications.

We arrived back at the site to find we had new English neighbours (from Devon), so that makes at least six English here, including ourselves.

We decide to head further south, partly to chase the sun and warm weather, and partly to meet up with a couple (Lyndon and Carol), who we first met up with in France on one of early trips. We know they arrived in France the day before us, and are just slightly further south than we are. Kathleen is very keen to meet up with them. It does not occur to her that perhaps they are trying to avoid us, I notice in their texts, they have avoided telling us precisely which site they are on! (only joking).

Up prompt, rather than early and away south. It is quite a long stretch so we split the driving, Kathleen gets the short straw and has to drive around Bordeaux. We stop at a Le Clerc en-route and are able to buy some Liptons tea bags. They are not upto the standard of Asda teabags, so I will have to make do with them, leaving the small supply of the Asda ones for Kathleen.

We approach Bordeaux on the N10 with Kathleen driving, first crossing the River Dordogne before it joins up with the River Garonne to form the River Gironde.
















Crossing the River Garonne as we go round the orbital motorway to the west of Bordeaux, with Kathleen driving.

For any of you who have been stuck in the traffic today, just to show the roads are not always empty here, the traffic begins to build up as we go around Bordeaux.

Leave on the A63 heading South West, just like driving in England, except the road signs have more numbers on them, because the French show the European system of road numbers as well as their own. Well they have to do something with all of that cash they gain from being in the EU.


This area is called Les Landes de Gasgoine, it is very flat, a bit like Norfolk but with more sun and more trees.


The sun is shining and it is quite warm, like a good summers day in England.


Biscarosse - Mayotte Vacances ASCI 2010-1023


The site is located on a lake, but only a short distance from the sea. Everything works, and it is clean and tidy. But it is clearly geared up for family entertainment. At the bar, you can have �free� wifi for the price of a drink. The barman even loans us a suitable electric lead so that we can plug the laptop into the mains and not be limited by the battery time. The intention is to update the blog and make a couple of Skype calls. However the downside is, the children�s entertainer is so noisy it is not possible to hold a conversation on the skype, so we give up and retire to the van.

We have a text message from Lyn and Carol, they are proposing a meeting at Bidart, near Biarritz, which is on our intended route, perhaps they do want to see us again after all, there is no accounting for taste.


It is a short hop to Bidart, mostly along a motorway standard stretch of the N10, so no rush to get away, and we arrive by 13:00.


Bidart � Ur-Onea � ASCI2010-1021


We are now in the Basque country, hence the strange campsite name. Like our Celtic friends back home, they have this absurd obsession with having all of their place names and road signs in two languages (French and Basque here), which just makes life more complicated. I should not mock, how long before we have our road signs in English, Urdu, Arabic etc, just to extend �diversity�?


The site is pristine.


We have arrived first. As we are in the process of getting ourselves organised we meet Sam, who comes from near Colraine, Northern Ireland, and is in the process of checking out the vacant pitches. Sam�s main concern seems to be where he will find a bar showing the coming Manchester City / Manchester United match. I am impressed by the way in which he has been allowed to choose a pitch by himself, it is not usual for such responsibility to be devolved to the husband or male partner. But sure enough, shortly afterwards, his wife Alice turns up to vet his choice and make the actual decision.


Lyn and Carol arrive, we chat for most of the afternoon, and toast ourselves in the sunshine, turning a nice shade of pink in the process.


This will mean a return to the creaming of the legs routine. Which at least means the Tomtom will be left to get on with it.


In the evening we talk a walk into Bidart and explore our surroundings. This includes the inevitable search for a church, which we duly find, with masses on Saturday at 18:00 and Sunday at 11:00. It is a lively village, with a beach and promenade.


Saturday morning, the plan is for us to take the bus to Biarritz, whilst Lyn and Carol exercise their two dogs.


Things do not go according to plan.


We miss the 10:53 bus, and decide waiting for the next bus (12:23) is not an option. So we walk into Bidart where we find there is a market in full swing (what fun). Fortunately we meet Lyn and Carol on their way to do the dog exercising, so we enjoy the market from the vantage point of a pavement bar (definitely the best way to see a market, French or otherwise, as far as I am concerned). Kathleen and Carol spend their time updating each other on what is happening in their respective families, including our new grandchild and impending new grandchild. Lyn and myself, discuss the important matters of what has gone wrong with the UK, our thieving politicians, the price of gold, and which shares might make us a few pounds.


Kathleen and I eventually wander off to find something to eat (a bottle of Rose, Pizza, followed by Strawberries and Cream, and very nice too), whilst Lyn and Carol, continue with their intended walk to exercise the dogs.

Suitably repleat, we return to the van to lie about in the sun, it is a hard life, but someone has to do it!


A good day, so far, the missing teabags have only been mentioned about five times by late afternoon.

We spend a very pleasant evening drinking wine and chatting with Lyn and Carol, eventually being forced indoors at about 23:00, becuase it is too cold to stay outside any longer.

Sunday, it is time to say our fond farewells, Lyn and Carol are off to join up with some other friends, Terry and Ingrid, to continue their trip into Spain. It being Sunday, Kathleen is off to the church at 11:00, and I while away the morning in the town square, alternating between reading my book and watching the world go by.

After church, we linger in the pavement cafe overlooking the square with a glass of rose, before returning to the van for a leisurely lunch and more lying about in the sun.

April 11th 2010 – April 13th 2010

To Dover


We left home at about 10:00, for an uneventful drive to Dover. No hold ups, so including a break for lunch we arrive at Dover 16:45, for our 17:00 checkin with Norfolk Line. The ferry is running late anyway, and loading does not start until 17:45, but we still manage to sail just slightly late at 18:05.

We arrive at Dunkirk, 22:00 (French Time), but the ferry is surprising full and we do not get off until 22:15, so we are beginning to think we will be too late for our first campsite. We intend to stay at Guines, a pleasant site, which is just about 20 miles from Dunkirk.

Guines – La Bien Assise ASCI 2010-841


No need to worry, we arrive at 22:45, and although reception is closed we are able to find a spot, get plugged in and organise ourselves.

Kathleen rustles up one of my favourite meals, Dickensons Mince and Onion pie, with baked beans and potatoes, she is a star.
 Just a couple of “incidents”, one concerning the heating of the beans, and the other our electric fan heater, (they are not connected) but I have been told I must not mention them on any account, so I can say no more.


But a bit of Red Wine and some Gin & Tonic and all is right with the world.

We wake to a dry but chilly morning. After a leisurely breakfast, we are on our way by 10:00. First task is to fill up with diesel, we have made it from home to here on the first tank full, but are now down to less than a quarter tank. We find a Le Clerc, and fill up at Euro1.13/litre, just slightly dearer than it was a year ago here, obviously they do not have Brown/Darling managing their economy.

The intended route is to pick up the (mostly free) A16, south from Calais, switch to the A28 at Abbeville, still heading south toward Rouen. We do not have a definite destination in mind, it is just a case of heading south in the general direction of Bordeaux and seeing how far we get by say 15:00.

It is decided we will use the HSN (human sat-nav), instead of the Tom-tom. Unfortunately, unlike the Tom-tom, the HSN’s attention sometimes wanders, and I am told to leave the A16 at junction 24, the problem is at this time I am two junctions south of (ie past) that, and well on the way to Amiens. You can certainly cover some kilometres, even at 80km/hr (60mph), on these empty roads.

So we leave at J21. This is a very small junction, and more fun ensues. They have installed an automatic machine to take your toll, if you want to pay in cash. Not sure (yet) if this is widespread, but we have to wait for a good five minutes behind a GB Range Rover driver who is struggling with the machine. Kathleen hops out and “helps” him out, eventually we both get on our way.

We enjoy a scenic tour of the Somme Valley, including a stop for lunch, via Flixecourt D57 Hangest-sur-Somme, D3 Longpre, D216 Airains, D936 Le Translay , D928 Bouttencourt, (I suspect this area is the setting for the romatic bis of the book “Birdsong”). Eventually we join the A28 (where we should have been) south of Abbeville, on past Rouen to join the N154, another free motorway standard road.

Kathleen picks out a campsite as we go. The address is entered into the tom-tom and we arrive at about 15:00.

Marcilly-sur-Eure – Domaine de Marcilly – ASCI 2010-864

This is a four star site in the ACSI book (we even have our own picnic table on our pitch), we have been here before and it is very smart, but it almost exclusively given over to static caravans and chalets, so it does not have much atmosphere, although fine for an overnight stay. We are at first the only one’s here, but at about 20:00 another campervan arrives.

We are having a more leisurely day today, with cups of tea etc. This brings to Kathleen’s attention that, it would appear, someone has forgotten to pack the tea bags. This is a problem, you cannot buy ASDA tea bags in France. The accused one (me) cannot remember if they were packed or not, but they are ticked off on her check list. So far I cannot find them in any of the cupboards, so it does look like a no.

The weather has improved during the day as we drove south, and it is now sunny and mild.

Kathleen rises to the occasion for a second time, with another culinary special, as you can see.

We head off after breakfast, Kathleen driving and the Tomtom doing the navigating. Heading for Les Rosiers-sur-Loire , near Saumur, south east of Angers, in the Loire valley. It is an interesting journey, mostly N and D roads (more of less equivalent to A and B roads in the UK), D143 to Dreux. It is here last year that the Tomtom refused to respond in the middle of town and got us into a right pickle, but this year no problem thankfully. From Dreux it is the D928 to Nogent-le-Rotrou all through beautiful rolling farmland and forest. Unfortunately the sun is not shining. N23 toward and then around Le Mans and onto La Fleche, leaving on the D308, then D938 to Longue-Jumelles, D79 to Les Rosiers-sur-Loire on the banks of the Loire.

Les Rosiers-sur-Loire – Le Val de Loire – ACSI 2010-963

The site is of the swimming pool, bar, shop, playground etc etc type, not usually what we go for, but at this time of year it is quiet and we have our choice of where to set up. There are only two other touring caravans here when we arrive, and another two camper vans arrive later in the afternoon. The weather has perked up, we have warm sunshine, so all is well.

We explore the village of Les Rosiers-sur-Loire, it seems quite pleasant and has all of the requisite items (ie bar/café, restaurant, church, a few shops), we also discover there is a cycle track along the banks of the Loire, so weather permitting, that can be our outing for tomorrow.

Still have not found the teabags by the way!

Packing (10 April 2010)

We are packing for another European trip.

We do not really do plans, but the plan as far as it goes is, south through France to Biarritz, then diagonally across Spain to the Costa Brava, linger there for a few weeks in the sun (hopefully), visit Barcelona. Then meander north again, probably to Annecy, then into Germany.

The packing has reached fever pitch today. One little event to share with you, an object lesson in understanding women (will anyone ever manage that?).

We have recently bought two folding sun loungers to take with us on our trip.

This morning, Kathleen was packing them into the van. She asked me "shall we take two sun loungers, or one sun lounger and one foot rest, because you probably will not use your sun lounger?". I pondered this strange question for a while and answered "no, take the two sun loungers, I am sure I will use one to lie on whilst reading my book". A certain look flitted across her face, no words were spoken, but I knew straight away - wrong answer.

I back peddled, "but, if you prefer to take one foot rest, and one sun lounger, then OK, do that" (both for her of course, but I have more sense than to say that). 

"OK", she agreed, and loaded up one of each. 

My question is, why ask the loaded question?, why not just cut to the chase and say "you never use a sun lounger or a foot rest, so I am just going to take one of each for myself". Women's logic I suppose.

Camera, charger and USB lead to connect to computer are all packed, so there should be photographs this time, provided we remember to take it with us when we go out for the day.