We left for France on 6th Sept
2012 after picking up our new motorhome (now christened Elenore after the
famous 60’s song by the Turtles!) on 1st Sept and trying it out for
a few days in Norfolk. With everything
working we headed home to have a satellite fitted (so that Malc could still get
a good TV picture!) and then headed off to France. We stayed at a lovely aire next to a lake
near Arques – great weather although a bit chilly in the morning.
The next day we travelled to Broglie to
another aire just south of Tours – only a short walk to the village and cycle
paths close by.
The next stop was in the Touraine region of
France at Ste. Maure de Touraine at a private aire where we have stayed
before. The man that owns it renovates Victorian
horse drawn carriages but now majors in making wooden gypsy caravans that have
become very popular in France for people to keep in their gardens!
Then off towards Bordeaux. On the way we had our first mishap in Elenore…whilst
driving around a tight left hand bend the cupboard door holding the table flew
open and the table came out, fell backwards onto the oven and caused the glass
door to explode! It appears the catch on
the door wasn’t positioned correctly and was not holding the door closed! However, one phone call to the motorhome
manufacturers and a new oven door was dispatched to the campsite we were
heading for in Spain. It meant we had to
eat out that evening (shame!) at a very nice French bistro overlooking the
countryside and river at Riberac - where we had decided to stop for the
night. We stayed at an aire next to the
river…very peaceful!
We spent the next two nights (10th&
11th) at Cassy, near Andernos Les Bains and met up with our friends
Bett and Al for a wonderful lunch of Oysters, Prawns and Bulots (whelks) on the
water’s edge at Cap Ferret…wonderful!
On the 12th Sept we headed for
the Spanish border. Amazingly we passed Malc's cousins son Matt and his friend Anthony who are cycling across the world for charity....what are the chances of that!
Thinking it would be
quiet as the school holidays were over we left it later than usual to find a
place to stay. We eventually found the
last spot at an aire in the mountains at Col D’Ibardin next to the border. On the way we had our second ’incident’ with
the van when, on a narrow road, we clipped the wing mirror of an oncoming truck
– a 50/50 accident. Ours was fine but it
smashed the other vehicle’s mirror and we had to stop to exchange insurance
details. We then realised it had broken
the bulb in our wing mirror and we had to find a garage that was still open
(rare after 5pm in France!) to buy a new bulb.
That done we were on our way again and so were even later. By now it was raining and the beautiful aire
at the top of the mountain was shrouded in cloud…but still lovely!
The next day we took the motorways through
Spain so that we get to our destination in one day rather than two. Just as well I think, as the countryside
through the middle of Spain via Pamplona and Lleida - was dry and dusty and
quite boring. We arrived at Tarragona,
to a campsite – Las Palmeras - that had been recommended to us, in brilliant
sunshine and blue sky and proceeded to check out which pitch we were going to
stay on. It was right next to the beach
so we thought the closest we could get to that would be great and they had just
one left! We drove on to it and came to
a sudden halt as the heavy van sunk into the sand…..ooops! Apparently it “happens all the time” so they
sent the tractor out to haul us out.
That’s when our third ‘incident’ occurred! They tractor driver (who we found out later
to be the gardener/handyman!) attached the chain to the weakest part (metal
trim piece) of the van and NOT the axle and, of course, it broke! Yet another call to Autotrail (and we had
only had the van for 12 days) to confirm that it wasn’t a crucial or load
bearing part and could be unbolted, fixed and bolted back on which the guys at
the campsite did two days later and we were all fixed again!
At this time of the year there is a
celebration of all things Catalonian in Tarragona every day from 15 to 24
September which goes on into the night. The
festival of Santa Tecla. We happened to be there on one of the days when they
celebrated the castelles (human pyramids).
There were four main teams from different villages and the team included
about 60 people. The pyramids were 8 or
9 rows high and 3-4 people on each level depending on the difficulty of the
pyramid. The ones at the top were kids
of about 5, wearing crash helmets but it was still scary.
We saw two towers crumble and people must
have been hurt but they didn’t tell you about that bit!
We spent the next few days on the beach –
very relaxing – or cycling into Tarragona to see the various celebrations. Lots of parades and fireworks attached to the
dancers….interesting! Malc managed to
get a bit too close when taking photos and had two holes burnt into his t-shirt
and socks! With this and the castles one
can see that health and safety isn’t too much of a concern here!
The old bullring (now a shopping & restaurant venue!) |
Gaudi architecture |
Day Glo T Shirts for road safety! |
We left Spain on the 28th
September and took a week to get back through France stopping at some lovely
aires along the way – no mishaps this time; Elenore was very grateful!
The aire at Lurcy-Levis |