Pelissanne

This morning dawned bright and sunny, the wind slightly less strong than yesterday evening. A vibrant blue enhanced the cliffs in front of us. After breakfast, we took a walk to the nearby supermarket for fruit and veg, pricey here, compared to home. Marge fully hydrated, her 100 litre fresh water tank full, it was time for the off. As we drove for long while yesterday, we had opted for a shorter journey today.

On route to tonight's destination we drove through the Chateauneuf du Pape wine region. As we approached the village of Chateauneuf du Pape the instruction to the driver was second exit off the roundabout , 'sorry this roads at bit narrow isn't it?' Not being able to turn around to correct the drivers error, we squeezed Marge through some narrow lanes and through the village. 'Come on Marge you're not too wide to fit between these two walls, an overhanging tree and front, porch of a house'. It was a lovely village though! Prior to this incident we were motoring along, quite happy singing along to UB 40, we were not singing now. Talk about an adrenaline rush.

Our three hour drive south has taken us to the town of Pelissanne, in the Bouches-du-Rhone area, near to Provence. The aire is very large, and when we arrived at lunchtime, there were already a lot of vans here. Marge, is one of the smallest, so we've tucked her between a couple of large vans, and reversed hard up to the fence behind. Now we are further south we must be more vigilant, and make sure we secure Marge the best, we can. The weather here is very warm, 26c, and the wind has now dropped to just a light breeze.

As usual, we took a walk into the town, on route, passing by a large fig tree, already displaying an abundance of fruit waiting to ripen, it's strong aroma filled the surrounding air. Yesterday, we saw a cherry tree laden with already bright red ripened cherries. The town, of traditional architecture for the region, was interesting.

As usual, we took a look inside the church. 'Thank you god, for making sure we didn't miss out on the pretty village of Chateauneuf du Pape'.

We are now 30 miles above Marseille, but tomorrow we will head towards the east in the direction of Cannes, Nice and Monaco. Another few days and we will cross the Italian border.

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Le Teil

Last night after a satisfying meal of pasta, we took an evening walk further up the hill above the village. The views across the vale were magnificent. As we walked, we commented on the different varieties of wild flowers growing on the verge, some you don't see very often in England. The local flower in this area appears to be a pale mauve iris, they were everywhere, and much larger than the specimens at home. These were one of Marge's favourite flowers in her garden so seeing them seemed comforting. As we walked back to Marge, keen to get out of the wind that blew in our faces, a wildfire red of evening sky passed above us, it was both impressive and oppressive.

This morning was beautiful, bright sun, but still a determined wind. All night the wind had been buffeting Marge, and we'd hoped it would blow itself out by morning. There was a glorious view from the van towards the Alps, a little more visible than yesterday, and we could see the River Saone disappearing into the distance, like a shimmering silver ribbon.

Our 3 euro donation, safely deposited into a nearby letterbox, we set off back to the out of town shopping area on the edge of Macon to purchase camping gaz. This particular gas is very expensive in France, but after some research, we found the cheapest place to purchase a refill cylinder was at a store called Leroy Merlin, France's equivalent to B&Q. Now for some fun, 'I would like a re-charged bottle of camping gaz for my campervan, please'. Well it worked, Marge is now in possession of a full cylinder of camping gaz.

We noticed that the cherries are already ripe on some trees.

We travelled on some faster roads today, wanting to drive a little further south. We keep away from the toll roads, which means we tend to pass through quite a lot of towns and villages, which makes the journey more interesting, but with their 30 & 50 kilometre speed limits, which we totally approve of, it makes the going slow. At the city of Lyon, we joined the ring road heading south, the traffic was heavy, but the 40 kilometre speed limit kept the traffic moving freely. As we glided along, we noticed the verges were splattered with bright red poppies, a reminder of events gone by, but which should not be forgotton. Every day we see hundreds of these poppies, in fields, amongst hedgerows, and, at the side of the road, a constant reminder.

Leaving Lyon behind us, we found ourselves travelling beside the river Rhone, a wide, gentle flowing mass of water, which we followed to the town of Vienne. Just past Vienne, we stopped at the side of the road for our lunch, and were amazed to see a 24/7 vending machine for pizzas.

John would like a smaller version to put in Marge.

After lunch we passed through many many towns and villages, at one, we stopped to photograph the chateau, it appeared to be privately owned and in need of lots of repair, the stone supporting it looked a little unstable in places. We were now travelling through the Cote du Rhone area, and there was so much to see. Look at that castle, chateau, ruin, river, the alps, the grapevines, the church.......the road!!

Tonight's stopover was planned to be up a hill in the village of Aubignas. After another slog up a long winding hill for Marge, and we wiere at the aire.

But once again the wind was blowing, and much stronger now, so after some discussion we decided to avoid the 'do you think we're going to be blown over the edge' in the early hours and drive back down into the town. So tonight we are safely en-consed on a ex municipal camp site on the edge of Le Teil. We have English neighbours to one side, in a lovely new van, and French the other side. The French couple have a little Yorkshire terrier that seems very keen on us. Behind us is a road, and behind that the river Rhone.

Early evening we took a walk across the bridge to take a look at the river, the water was jostling frantically through the rapids.

After a walk around the edge of the town, we returned to Marge for our evening meal. Noticing in a garden a Holly tree covered in berries, we have seen this several times on this trip, not sure why the birds here don't eat them in winter. Despite the wind, the air was warm, ideal for drying our T shirts. Warm weather always brings out 'pop's flops' (flip flops) , as our grandson Jack calls them. Tomorrow Jack begins his GCSE's, and we wish him lots of luck.

We are now about 150 miles from Marseille.

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Pruzilly

An early start this morning, we set off just before 10 am, with pants and socks drying on the dashboard, no traditional furry dice for us!

Marge's first refill of fuel today, since setting off from England. She's a thirsty thing, and needed 85 euros of diesel to replenish her.

The earlier part of today's journey, took us across country, through fields of wheat, a carpet of green dancing in the wind. Above birds of prey hovered, ready to dive down at the sight of a tasty morsel. Passing a nearby church, the swallows had taken up residence above the windows, some of them flew skittishly back and forth across Marge. This morning, we also saw our third stork in two days, a large graceful bird, dominating the skies.

Leaving the countryside we headed towards the city of Macon, following the road alongside the river Saone, which runs from Bresse in the east to the Beaujolais hills in the south. Passing through the city, the roads were quiet, and we were glad we'd come through on a Sunday. Today's drive has seen Marge and her driver in unison, we're all confident now.

Tonight's stop is amongst the Beaujolais grapevines. We are high in the hills, after another 'look at the view' drive involving some very precarious narrow roads and tight switchback bends to negotiate. In the distance we can see the outline of the alps, Mont Blanc is just 108 miles away, and is supposed to be visible from here on a clear day. We are now just into the Rhone-Alps region, and pretty stunning it is.

After lunch, we took a walk up through the grapevines. Despite the warm sun, the wind had a chill to it. We were suprised at just how different the vines looked at this time of year, to when we see them in September. They are now cut back to almost nothing, amazing to think in a few months time they will be bearing bunches of plump grapes for the next batch of Beaujolais wine.

Wildlife was a plenty. A buzzard flew out from nowhere across in front of us, as large vibrant yellow daisies danced in the wind. Many of the wild orchids had gone over, but there were still a few to see. Alongside the path as we walked back, a tortoiseshell butterfly basked in the afternoon sun. It is so peaceful here, one of France's secret places.

When we arrived at lunchtime, we were the only van here, but now another English van has arrived, this is only the second English vehicle we have seen since arriving in France.

Before we leave in the morning, we will leave the 3 euro donation requested for the town, as there are no shops, bars or restaurants in the village. The idea of the motorhome aires, are to encourage spending in the town or village. If the weather is clear we may even see Mont Blanc.

Nuits-Saint-Georges

During last night the rain came down, hammering on the glass roof above our bed, and the wind funnelled down the river Seine, rocking Marge. Despite all this commotion, we woke late, rising at 10 am! The travelling of the three previous days had taken its toll, and I think we were both glad of a good nights rest.

As we ate a late breakfast , we watched a car being craned onto a nearby barge, and watching it set sail into the greyness, we discussed how France had changed since we have been coming here over the last few years. More rubbish, hedges, grass and flower borders in public areas not so immaculate, and more potholes on the roads.

Before setting off, we relieved Marge of her waste water, positively gushing out of this Marge, unlike old Marge who could produce only a trickle and take forever, much to the annoyance of the French all waiting behind us.

On route here, we saw some of the 'Gilet Jaune', (yellow vest) protesters. We could sympathise with their cause, having seen diesel as expensive as 1.60 euros a litre.

We stopped for lunch beside the Chateau d' Ancy le Franc, a masterpiece of Italian architect Sebastian Serlio. After lunch the weather was an improving picture, tomorrow it is suppose to settle down and become warmer. As we bowled along, surrounded by a vast expanse of lush green fields, we were reminded of yesterdays terrain, comparative with its neat, newly planted fields of seed potatoes, they looked like metres of brown corduroy cloth unfolding into the distance. Later in our journey we began to climb some steep inclines, we were now in the Burgundy region, so close to the edge of the alps. Some of the roads were quite precarious, and reminded us of our trip to Spain last year. But we were old hands at this, 'just don't look down, oh you already have!'

Tonight we are staying at Nuits Saint Georges. The aire is on the outskirts of the town, and we are sited under a horse chestnut tree. There are four other vans here, one of which is from Sweden.

After a walk to explore the town, and the vineyards on the edge, we are back in Marge ready to cook a vegetable stir fry for our evening meal, waistlines are already expanding, oh dear, so soon into our trip!