After our visit to Suscinio we headed off for our camp site Flower Camping Le Conleu. It had only opened last week. The French season starts late and finishes early. We arrived at the lunchtime two hour siesta. Whilst waiting I fell into conversation with Mrs Exeter. I never ask names . In motorhoming you meet folks , never ask their names and rarely meet them again. She told me she had just arrived, was staying a few days and had been to this site before. She had booked in advance. Whilst talking to her Glenn had fallen into conversation with Mr Devon. A nice man who had suffered an illness and had to give up motorhoming and had bought a small caravan. He too had been to Le Conleu before. He was travelling for 10 ... read more

Evening all as Dixon of Dock Green might utter as he stands beneath his blue light outside the police station. Perhaps I should say Nozvezh vat. Good evening in Breton . Now that does sound like Noswaith da the welsh for good evening. The aire is filling up nicely. No-one has parked alongside us yet and we are heading down town for our evening meal. Want to join us. You know we welcome company as most of the time we feel like Billy No Mates and tonight is going to be no exception . It is still light. We only have a short walk from Gabby to the auberge we have chosen to frequent. The chef sits outside smoking his cigarette. Hello he says, welcome - you want to eat . Yes that's a possibility we ... read more

.A few months ago we watched a programme on Islamic Gardens by Monty Don. Travelling around Brittany the idea of the paradise garden came to mind. Everywhere was yellow. The colour of springtime. Broom and Gorse blooming alongside the road. Spring is certainly much more advanced than back home. Primroses and Cowslips line the banks. They are such pretty and delicate flowers. Flashes of mauve from the early spring Orchids. The fields look like a patchwork Persian rug. Tiny white daisies with their yellow eyes, dandelions, lilac Ladies Smock and the pale blue of the dainty Forget me Nots. Our destination today was a 12 space motorhome stop close by the town of Fougeres. It was going to be hit or miss getting a spot . As it is a free aire it was likely to ... read more

What a lovely sentiment. Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom. Written by Basho it sounds such a thought provoking few words. As a child I loved to see my mum coming home arms full of branches of pink and white frothy cherry blossom. She put them in vases . Dad hated the smell of them. He hated the petals that fell on the floor. I loved them. They heralded Spring. They were delicate, pretty and so short lived. A haze of colour which lasted less than two weeks and then they were gone for another year. I loved the pictures of them flowering in Japan and vowed that one day I would see them in their natural glory. It has not happened yet but it will. The sentiments made ... read more

What a difference a week makes. This time last week the weather was pretty miserable with 4" of snow covering the ground. Spring seemed a long way off. This week the clocks have gone forward, the sun is shining and finally it does feel as if we are heading for some decent weather. We were heading for Wales to get a final hair cut before our holidays. Feet have been pampered and Gabby has her seats and table in together with some of the things we need for a holiday. First the holiday is on, then through unforeseen circumstances it was off. This week it is back on again although in a shortened form. Probably two weeks in France rather than the usual 4 weeks. We probably wont make the sun of the south rather we ... read more