(1831miles). Dear reader, it’s been quite a few days since our last cosy fireside chat. Firstly 18 days in and internet is now an issue, hence the rationing of these blogs. I just need to have enough allowance to find a vet for Mutts on Friday for his obligatory worming tablet, otherwise we face a fond farewell at customs, Kent. A six month farewell!!!
Over the last few days we’ve been mainly bumming about on cheap aires(motorhome parking areas) in small villages across the Dordogne and into the Bordeaux region. Normally paying about 5-7 Euros per nights it’s a economic way of seeing the country.
We are now on the “up bit” of our adventure, tracking north alongside the Atlantic. With quite a distance still to go, but without the mountainous areas that we navigated over on the eastern side of France.
Yesterday we stayed at a wine producing Chateau. Parked right alongside the vines, it should have only cost 5euros per night, but I hadn’t factored in the cost of the 4 bottles of red I would be shortly buying off the Chateau owner! 38 bucks!! (This is just between us right? For god sake don’t tell the other half). He must have watched me ambling towards him to the sound of till bells ringing in his ears!!
A nce view to wake up to this morning though. The Chateau owner must have put it up in celebration of his good fortune! It should read:
(Sponsored by Motorhomedreamer)
We’d also spent a few days in the Dordogne, very pleasant walking country, and with the van we were able to avoid all the busy campsites and search out the quiet rural backwaters. We are on a whistle stop tour of the exterior of the country, but you could literally spend a month just exploring one or two regions, something we plan on doing in the future.
Tonight an air of expectation hangs over the Chucklebus! Chippie tea!! Mutts is nearly wetting himself in anticipation! He’s currently doling out the death stare to every other dog that passes our van!
We are staying here till Tuesday morning then moving further north. We are hoping to visit the port of St Nazaire later this week. I quite fancy having a look at the WW2 submarine pens and scene of a daring British Commando raid in 1942.
So at this point dear reader, as the siren sounds for chicken and chips….
That is All