We have become fans of Le Tour, the Tour de France. Staying a week longer in France this year, we are going to miss the first week on television and will have to try and catch up during the second…
We have become fans of Le Tour, the Tour de France. Staying a week longer in France this year, we are going to miss the first week on television and will have to try and catch up during the second…
Francine and I are very familiar with this campsite. It has become one of our firm favourites, both from a quality of site and basic interest points of view. Our hosts are dairy sheep farmers, Luc and Nadine, and, besides…
Luc, our host and local farmer, has put considerable effort into documenting several day trips based around his wonderful farm campsite. As committed fans of the viticulturists’ art, one trip that we have always been interested in but have never…
Well, wha’ d’ ya know? Godot is actually here in the form of some sunnier, drier weather. The wind is still with us but we beggars won’t be choosers and we’re very relieved. All our fellow campers look much relieved,…
There are usually just a couple of months of the year that offer sane people some respite from the tribal fanaticism of the erstwhile sport of soccer. Cricket should take over and, whilst not as gentlemanly as it used to…
Today marks the end of our fourth week in France for this trip. In those four weeks we have enjoyed just five days of sunshine and one of those was the day we arrived. The last week has been a…
According to the Rough Guide, there is actually no connection between the French town called Condom and the contraceptive device of the same English name. This leads me to wonder quite why such a name was chosen for the contraceptive.…
After 36 hours of more or less constant rain – there were a few pauses of a minute or two – we were getting a little stir-crazy and finally awoke to a morning dry enough to pack up. Everything was…
The French like a little wager. They appear to be particularly keen on hippisme (horsey stuff). As well as horse racing, there are the less familiar (to me, anyway) trotting races whereby the drivers sit behind their horses aboard skeleton-like…
While most of the rest of France suffers from unseasonably poor weather, we’ve stayed rather longer than anticipated on the west coast at the Côte Sauvage because it seems largely to be escaping. Normandy and Brittany also seem to be…
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