Rochefort

This morning didn't start well. Light drizzly rain meant we had to breakfast inside, which is always a little challenging. Then, when John pulled the roof down one of the longer gas struts bent.

Come on. This isn't fair! It's going to be one of those days is it? Our next stop was Rochefort, about an hour away. We know the campsite there is always busy, but Marge being a car with a tent on top and not a campervan or motorhome, meant we should access the site easily. No. The site was full to camper vans. So when the reception opened at two o' clock Angela was first in the queue. Sorry, no space. But we are a car with a tent and do not require a electrical hook up, Angela explained. She showed a picture of Marge, and the young lady seemed to warm to us a little. John took her outside to show her our vehicle. We really need to stay her a couple of nights, Angela exclaimed. Our vehicle needs attention. We were in.  Thankfully, the day had improved. We have stayed at the campsite at Rochefort many, many times whilst cycling.

Early evening as the cyclists began to arrive we felt a little pang of jealousy. Two male cyclists pitched across from us are cycling from St. Malo to Bilbao. One is from Blandford, near to where we live in Poole. John helped him resolve a problem with his tent. By now time was getting on and we decided to heat up a tin of chilli for dinner. Whilst eating, a couple from Australia stopped to talk. They were much travelled, and we enjoyed hearing about their trips. Tomorrow we will sort out a temporary fix for our pop up roof, and spend the rest of the day  catching up on washing and relaxing. The weather forecast is looking good for the next ten days and we are looking forward to the wall to wall sunshine it promises.