Yelloh! Village Camping Bordeaux Lac (Again!)

Early morning alongside a French canal is always one of life's pleasures. It's tranquil, a calming space. We reminisced of early morning cycles alongside canals here in France, the air damp, our hearts full of joy at being at this place at this time. Today was to be a 'milestone' day. We were heading to Bordeaux. just under a week ago there was a doubt Marge would make it this far. But the old gal relished the challenge, and despite the rising heat of the day she purred her way through the countryside past fields carpeted with red, yellow and green plum tomatoes.

It was 26 c. A reminder we must not set off north too soon if we didn't want to lose the warmer weather. A week ago we were in Carcassone, now we were back in the 'land of wine'. The wine of Graves dominated the area, Angela thought she must remember to buy some to take back home when we stop to stock up before boarding the ferry. We'd deliberately planned to arrive back in Bordeaux on a Sunday when the fast pace of the ring road should be quieter, and with less lorries bearing down on Marge. Marge breezed along, her speedometer reaching 50 mph. Steady there Marge. You've been unwell remember. The English girl on the reception at the campsite remembered us. Of course she did. We'd only left here eighteen days ago. It seemed much longer ago, so much seemed to have happened in those days. The campsite is much quieter now and we were able to once again secure the pitch by the swimming pool and lake where are solar panels would benefit from the sun. We couldn't believe how warm it was. When we'd left Bordeaux it had been raining. Taking advantage of the weather we put on two washes, and manged to dry it all outside.

But our day was sullied by the arrival of travellers, at least three families who were sited behind us. The children soon began to wander and we felt a little unnerved. How did they manage to access the site? Probably because most campsites now do not allow twin axled caravans, so how do you get around this? Buy a large motorhome of course. We could see an unpleasant evening ahead of us and asked to move. So now we are sited under the trees right beside the cycle campers, which of course we don't mind. A Dutch couple are on their way to St Jean Pied du Port, they began their trip in Norway. Impressive. It seems a very long time since we were at the town, wondering if Marge could really be driven over the Pyrenees. Seemed we probably made the right call there. All quiet this evening, and we are thank full we moved before the evenings events took a turn for the worse. Nine o' clock and it is still 24c. It's going to be a real shock to the system when we have to leave all this warmth behind. For now we will just enjoy it, and also enjoy Marge being in a better mood. As a reward, we'll probably drive her over to the Atlantic coast tomorrow.