We’re not on a campsite, we’re on a construction site.
Yesterday we were subjected to a small JCB-like digger excavating what we think is destined to become part of a water park. The field where the digger is working has a large collection of what look like sections of water slides. At frequent intervals a dumper truck raced along the track beside our pitch, bumping and rattling, it’s bucket filled with spoil from the excavation work. Having dumped its contents on a spoil heap, it raced back again for another load.
After France’s violent storms of two days ago, looking for some respite from the construction noise yesterday, we had cycled first into Cheverny. Cheverny, however, was in the midst of setting up for some sort of jazz fest, so we moved on the short distance to Cour Cheverny which, in any case, is a slightly larger affair. The whole of Cour Cheverny was out of commission with a power cut from those storms – the shops were closed and the bar was closed. Arghh!
We returned to our construction site but the bar there was also closed due to a lack of power. It seems that the electricity supply for the camping pitches had been swiftly restored but not the electricity supply for the construction site offices or restaurant and bar. Curious.
To cap yesterday off in style, the almost inevitable campsite guitarist pitched a tent on our neighbouring emplacement and began strumming away, admittedly quite softly. It’s just irritating listening to someone else’s music even if it might be music that you would normally quite like. At 22:15 I went and asked him to stop. Mercifully he complied. What makes people think you want to listen to a guitar on a campsite?
Today the small JCB-thing made another appearance and clattered past us on its caterpillar tracks; it seemed to smooth down the spoil heap of yesterday a little. This turned out be be so that the dumper truck could resume racing past with more loads of spoil from somewhere else – we think from excavating foundations for the new cabins’ decking.
We had tried to move on to our last campsite a day earlier (i.e. today) before heading home but sadly that campsite is fully booked for Friday night, so we’ve sat it out. We have, however, moved to another pitch as far away as we can get from the dumper truck’s route. One trouble is, you never quite know where the construction work will move on to next, so it’s difficult to know precisely where to avoid.
We tried a second ride to Cour Cheverny which was happily back online. So was the bar. There was also a small market with a helpful cheese stall from which we supplemented our supplies.
We’ll see how our move away from the construction noise fares.
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