Same Shirt, Different day-2012 Adventures of the "Devonport Wonder Babes"

Tuesday 9 October 2012 Navarrenx France

Incredibly slothful day spent mostly by the pool in brilliant sunshine reading novels (a whole Sue Grafton crime novel from 1996) and September copies of trashy English magazines left by other campers plus a long sleep at siesta time. Temperature still quite warm 25 degrees. 

 

 

Only exercise apart from swimming was just a walk to the bread shop in the village and eating.

But as I was walking back from the village I met Stuart one of the English in the campground that we had beers with first night we arrived. He was with another guy he had met in the bar the night before who is walking from UK to South Africa, probably via West Coast of Africa. Man in his forties apparently made redundant earlier in the year and decided to do something different with his life and has taken 3 months to walk through France so far. Stuart told me he had also met another 2 men in village today who are cycling to South Africa.  He is heading for southern Portugal for the winter in a small campervan because he has heard things are so bad economically there that campground owners are offering free sites just to get people to come to the area.

There is lots of activity elsewhere in camp as people pack up their campervans and caravans to leave this weekend. The huge American RV near us has taken a couple of days to pack up as they have also a small car to tow. I will be interested to see how they get out of here. They are heading for Bordeaux first then onto Limoges for a convention of owners of this sort of RV then home to western Wales.

Bit of helicopter activity overhead (which has happened each day and they seem to fly the same route –must ask Wendy about it) including large military helicopter late in the afternoon plus a jet fighter streaked over. 

For dinner, which was microwave reheated supermarket lasagne (much to Lyndsay’s disgust as it offends her culinary sensibilities) we opened the last bottle of Italian wine we bought at vineyard  in Alba a month ago. Actually last bottle wass one of the Moscato d’Asti and it is very sweet and slightly fizzy, OK if drunk very cold. Very like old Asti Spumante we drank in 1970’s.

So for our last few days in France I may have to check out the range of reds for about€1.50 at Carrefour supermarket about 200 metres away. 

Then a bit more reading in our little cave.