Ondres Plage, France

This morning when we rose it felt cool. We're very near the border of Spain, but too close to the mountains. We came to south west Europe for the some warm sunshine. When we travelled this way in 2019 in was warm and sunny, and we're still optimistic it will be. A mass exodes from the campsite this morning. All the tents and vans that had arrived as we did two days ago left. By midday so had we. The nanocom diagnostic device was connected to Marge's ECU, and Angela had not only the job of monitoring two readings on it, but also navigating using a map. Remember them? Right Marge, no antics please. As we took the route we'd been told by the lady at the tourist office would not involve climbing over hills, but following a river most of the way to Bayonne, we set off.

All seemed to be going well. Marge got a little heated a few times, but nowhere near the danger zone. A decision has been made that we will stay in France and travel through the flatter areas. We are away yet for another month so tomorrow morning we'll plan exactly where we will go. Obviously we need to try and stay south for the better weather. We were glad it was a Sunday as we drove into Bayonne. The roads were quiet, and we didn't really know where we were actually going to stay tonight. On the road in we passed the Jaguar Land Rover garage we were going to take Marge to tomorrow. But John has changed his mind on that, fearing we'll be fleeced. That is why we have decided to tootle around nice flat safe France. It's close to home, and we do love it here. We're back on the coast again now, staying at Ondres-Plage near to pricey Biarritz.

The aire is just over sixteen euros, but it's nice and we've secured a really good spot in a corner with shade and bushes, one a strawberry fruit shrub with a lovely aroma of strawberries of course.  When we arrived mid afternoon it was hot. Very hot. And very sunny. Where is this strange land? We handwashed some clothes, and within two hours they were dry. Excellent! This evening John bared all, and took a shower using our lifesaver jerrycan. The French people opposite, nosy whatnots, tried to sneak a peak, but John strategically placed his shower curtain, and well the rest is history.

At nine o' clock, after watching a beautiful sunset that left a sky of burning embers we sat outside Marge. Angela in her shorts. Who needs to go to Spain. We're fine just here. Hopefully Marge will remain stable now. John has been in contact with the man we bought the Land Rover from, trying to find out any information that might point to Marge's ills. A message from him tonight read, 'Keep on truckin' with the old girl, oh, and the Land Rover!