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Published: September 28th 2018
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You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
What a night - our first on French soil. A quiet one but the weather was as inclement as we left back in Blighty. It was cold overnight and we snuggled under the duvets to keep warm. Our bodyclocks still working on Blighty time woke us up to darkness at 6.15. Back home it would be 5.15 and we would still be in the land of Nod. We put Gabbys heating on. It works well and we feel grateful it is much more efficient than Suzys. We eat breakfast at the table. Much more civilised than Suzy.
We set off after breakfast with the plan to pay for our nights stop before heading south for some sun. We should be somewhere round Poitiers by tonight. As we drove we discussed not having a TV in GAbby - not missed much as we have our puzzles and my new reading material for the trip. The Bach manuscript a tale from the Ben Hope series. The book described as being about a lost manuscript, a savage murder and a deadly secret . Just right for holiday
reading. The roads were relatively empty. We stopped at an aire for coffee and virtually had it to ourselves. A big improvement on Newport Pagnall services . Dirty, full , smelly and uninviting for motorhomes. Here we had picnic benches, clean toilets and even saw a Frenchman using them. Now that must be first as Frenchmen generally prefer to wee up trees and even teach their offspring to follow their lead.
Dinner came next in an equally good aire. One with service station and a boutique. Diesel purchased plus a custard flan cooked the way only the french can cook it and a chocolate tart. We know we are in France when we buy custard flans and fancy cakes at extortionate prices. So what of Brexit we thought as we mingled with our Gallic neighbours. We will need new passports. Will the government pay for them? We both have ten years almost on our new ones purchased last year. Will some sort of agreement be made we can keep them and use them? Will the Chequers plan ever get off the ground? We pondered these as Gabby ate the miles.
By teatime we were parked up at a
private aire on the shores of Lac Cyr. We used our new card to enter. It took me a little while to work out how to get in. Glenn came to the rescue shouting place the card which is pre-loaded with cash against the little green window. The barrier went up and let us in . 9 euros 50 a night , more expensive than a traditional aire but cheaper than a municipal or a campsite. 25 pitches with electricity. Some folks came in and parked up over two places and paid for one. World War 3 would break out eventually if the site filled up and the motorhomers were let in only to find the spaces filled up by inconsiderate parking.
The lake was lovely with walks all round it. Bird hides were set up, boats were sailing on the still water and joggers ran around the paths. What a lovely idea for the village. We sat in a café drinking wine. I fancied frites . No I don't know why I fancied them but fancy them I did. Sadly I could have waffles but not frites. What about later on I asked if we come back? No frites tonight. So that is a second night without eating out. Perhaps tomorrow as we head further south towards Pau.
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