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Published: January 3rd 2020
Camper Contact gave us another choice of aire for Christmas Day. This one was in the tiny town of Dives sur Mer. It sounded awful. The English word Dive not suggesting a wonderful place to spend our Christmas Day. The aire was noted as being quite large with spaces for a few motorhomes. Water and dumping available for a small fee. On the river and not far from the estuary. Within walking distance of the town. It was our last shot on getting somewhere to spend the day. We drove into the town . The turning to the aire was tucked between the river and the Lidl store. We drove up for a few hundred metres before coming to an obstacle. Two large stones blocked our way. Nowhere to go but turn around. In the distance we could see a couple of motorhomes but could see no way to get to them. It is a bit like a Rubics Cube . You know you can do it . You know that you can get to the end result but getting there may be more of an issue and take time.
We drove along the road passing the Lidl to the
next roundabout . Chanced on turning left and following the railway line. It looked roughly the right direction that would take us back to the estuary again. No camping signs anywhere though. Eventually we came to the crossing and drove over it into what appeared to be a housing estate . Still no signs for the aire. The end of the road proved to be a dead end and we had to turn back. We chanced a right through the estate and found ourselves on a reasonable sized aire. Two vans were parked further up on land that was not the aire and a few were parked in the correct place . We joined the correct aire and settled up for the night and for Christmas Day.
We woke up quite late to a breakfast of croissants and coffee. Merry Christmas !!!! Presents were placed on the table and we took all morning to open them one by one slowly. Glenn had had his large present a few months ago. Something for both his birthday and Christmas so he had just small presents to open. I had a book The History of the British Isles in 100 places ,
a new calendar , my filofax insert and a book on Ordance Survey quizzes . The table was filled with dates, nuts, and chocolates. All the things we expect to have for Christmas. Just this time we were not at home but had a view out of Gabbys window of the estuary with tiny boats bobbing up and down. They disappeared as they sunk into the mud when the tide went out. The sun was shining and folks were walking. So many of them . All wishing us a joyeux fete or joyeux noel . Even a few commented on the soleil - which was shining down on us . It was over 15 degrees and mild . The wind that had blighted us had died down. We were in the perfect spot .
Apparently one of Mahatma Gandhis sayings went something like this " Happiness is when you think what you say and what you do in harmony" Today sort of fitted that perfectly.
Before our Christmas lunch we headed off for a walk along the estuary bank into town. It surprised us to find the supermarket closed but the boulangerie open. It was doing a roaring trade.
Guess what we had for dinner. Chicken . Turkey - sprouts , roast and mashed potatoes , carrots and pigs in blankets . No nothing of the sort . We started with a glass of the Calvados to settle the stomach and get in the mood and then followed it with fried bacon, scrambled eggs and beans . It was the best Christmas dinner/brunch/feast call it what you will . We followed it with Christmas Pudding. Coffee and nuts . Unusual but what a perfect Christmas Day. We spent the afternoon reading and talking . Christmas Day turned out wonderful in the end . It didnt take long to come up with the thought "Where shall we go next year?"
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