Pons

This morning, Angela took a walk around the lake before we set off.

Acorns rained from the oak trees above, now and again hitting their target. Underfoot, a carpet of them, rolling like marbles.

Before we left, Odile presented us with a punnet of home grown baby plum tomatoes from her garden. Then it was au revoir, Camping Rural Le Relais des Garennes, until next year.

It was well after two o' clock when we stopped for our lunch beside a nature reserve in the Marais, just south of La Rochelle. Before we left, we took a stroll along the parking area towards the beach, and were astonished, when we passed a motorhome with a transvestite sat in the driving seat, dressed in a black basque, and fishnet stockings, legs akimbo, either side of the steering wheel. Honestly, we kid you not! Unfortunately, despite the man's posing, we somehow thought it wasn't for us, so sorry, no photograph for the blog. However, perhaps we have solved yesterday's mystery, who buys red basques from a shop, in a small agricultural town! 

Late this afternoon we arrived at our aire for the night, in Pons. It is right outside the entrance to the municipal campsite, which we stayed at two years ago when returning from L'Estartit on the Costa Brava. Before we walked into the town for a look around, a French motorhome pulled in next to us, with a sign of the driver's door advertising Hubert Hypnose. The man, who we presumed was Hubert, set about pulling on a pair of industrial rubber gloves that came up to his elbows, all to empty his chemical toilet. A little extreme we thought. Hubert then drove onto the campsite, leaving us wondering if the industrial rubber gloves were involved in the hypnosis! 

Another exchange library. 

Today has been very warm, with temperatures rising to 24c despite a brisk wind. Tomorrow we will head south, skirting around Bordeaux to tomorrow night's stop on the Atlantic coast at Arcachon.

A beautiful flower in Odile and Phillepe's garden.