Ondres Plage, France (Day 2)

So warm during the night. What is it with the weather? Us, we prefer the warm nights and dry, warm sunny days. So if it could stay like that for the next month, that would suit us fine. After breakfast this morning John removed Marge's engine cover, gave her the once over, and tweaked her a little. That's your lot Marge. Don't be demanding any more attention please. It was yet another beautiful day, and now we'd decided to stay in France it made no sense to leave Ondres-Plage. You can stay at the aire here for forty-eight hours, so that's what we're going to do. The cost of staying here, includes use of the services, water, waste and toilet emptying. But there was no tap on the drinking water, only a connector which completely baffled the English. Who had an attachment that could extract water from it? Well John did. So we replenished our supply, and that of another English couple. They too had returned from venturing any further in the Pyrenees because they had a "replace brake pads" warning light appear on the dashboard of their Mercedes sprinter van. We were worried about going up hills in the Pyrenees. They were worried about coming down. Once again it is hot. We know, who'd have thought? We did yet more washing and once again used the lifesaver jerry can with its shower attachment to give ourselves a rinse. This was Angela's first time, and being a little coy, wanted the shower curtain fitted securely, so the French family opposite, (who of course were one of the few people not to leave the aire today), couldn't see her 'model like' figure.

In her dreams! All went well until John stripped off and jumped in before Angela was dressed. Well that's it. Everyone's seen my bum now! Late afternoon, once the main heat of the day had passed through we walked down to the beach.

Huge angry rolling waves broke onto the foreshore and chased us back up the beach. The sight was spectacular. The Atlantic coast of France is popular with surfers. But not today. The sea was just so menacing, frothing and foaming at anyone who thought about entering into it. Back at Marge a young English couple were parked next to us. They were returning from Spain and Portugal where the weather hadn't been so good. Lots of rain. Their business building and raffling campervans.

We talked all things campervan, solar, lithium batteries, invertors and compost toilets. The lady loved their loo! It's not just Angela then. As we ready for bed we can here the waves continue to roll onto the beach. The thudding as they hit the shoreline likened to claps of thunder. Tonight we're glad not to be on an overnight sailing back to England from norther Spain. Tomorrow, we will move on.

Angela has a couple of ideas of routes we should take, but of course we must check the terrain. Can't expect Marge to exert herself too much.

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!

Saint Jean Pied de Port (Day 2)

It rained heavily all through last night. In the far distance Angela could hear the rumble of thunder and hoped the storm would not come our way. It didn't. The campsite is like a quagmire. cars and vans slipping on the mud. Breakfast eaten this morning and the skies now emptied we were given some respite from the deluge. Will it ever be sunny, dry and warm again? Yes it will. By lunchtime we couldn't believe it was the same day. A clear blue picture postcard sky lit the mountains. The morning though had been grim. We sympathised with the cyclists and walkers. At least the area over the washing up sinks was covered. We joined them for a chat. It felt normal to us to be in this environment. A woman had driven her campervan up there. headphones on she sang along to some tunes only she could hear, badly. John said earlier she'd been screaming in the shower, opening the door and standing there in just her pants. Marge is that you? Angela decided to brave the shower today. One shot of hot water or two? Seems it was only one shot per person. She showered in less than ninety seconds. That's why the campsite is so cheap. Wouldn't want them wasting money on hot water. John has decided tomorrow we will head back towards Bayonne where there is a Jaguar Land Rover garage, it appears we need a new viscous fan fitting. It's too risky to chance driving Marge over the Pyrenees without some attention. If it all ended badly it could be very costly. We have visited the tourist information in the town and the lady has shown us our drive to Bayonne shouldn't be too challenging as it follows the river. Hear that Marge, we're going to take it nice and gentle.

This afternoon we walked up to the citadel. The views of the town and mountains was fantastic. We are glad we have stayed a second day here to see the town and surrounding area in a different light.

On the bridge that crosses the river Nive, below where brown trout feed unaware that we are watching from above, a photographer takes photographs onto glass plates for the tourists with a old style camera he appears to have fettled himself. The resulting black and white images on glass were amazing.

(Now you see me)

(Now you don't)

Since Angela was unwell at Bordeaux she's not had much of an appetite. Off her food and wine. Not like her. Tonight though, after feeling tired and week last night through lack of substance she though if we bought a take away pizza from one of the restaurants it might help her appetite.

Also she's back on the wine. Tomorrow we will leave this beautiful town, having explored all there is to see, and enjoyed it very much. Next time we return will be if  we decide to make the trip to Santiago. We are keen to give it a go, and when we return home will start researching all that's involved with this epic journey. First though Marge is priority. What happens with her on Monday determines our onward travels. 

Saint Jean Pied de Port

Yet more rain during the night and early this morning. The ground is saturated and the long grass along the verges hangs lank. Everywhere looks tired. Summer has gone, autumn, well it's not started well. Before leaving this morning we topped Marge up with eighty euros worth of fuel. Make it last Marge. She probably wont be able to as the terrain is beginning to be a little challenging. We are now in the French Pyrenees. The early drive took us through open countryside, today's autumn colours various shades of red. Very pretty. 

We happened upon a classic car garage, where there were many Land Rover's awaiting restoration. We couldn't believe it. The miserable weather dominated, and we felt we'd returned to Scotland, where it's probably beautiful sunshine now. Marge isn't happy. There were plenty of hills to challenge her, and her temperature gauge rose a little too high on more than one occasion. We think she may need a new viscose fan, but the thought of ordering yet another part from England and having to wait forever for it to arrive doesn't appeal. So we'll just have to drive her slowly up the hills and keep our fingers crossed. In the sky above us, golden eagles rose and fell on the thermals. perhaps they could be Marge's guardian angels. Doesn't make for a very relaxing holiday does it Marge?

We are now in the Basque country staying in the town of Saint-Jean-Pied-De-Port. This is the main town where people set off to walk the Camino de Compostela, and the town was full of pilgrims.

Some 'doing it properly', as Angela says, and others with large suitcases on wheels which will be driven to tomorrows overnight stop.

 We spent a while this afternoon walking around the interesting medieval town. Most of the refuges in the main street were full. Prices seemed to range from thirteen euros, sharing with goodness knows how many other people in a dormitory, to ninety euros for a double room with en-suite.

At one of the refuges, a mature lady, waylaid two men in their sixties, engaged them in conversation, but didn't manage to lure them in. We could imagine the conversation. We're full, but there's room available for you to bunk up with me. Being in the town, a town we'd never thought we'd visit, made us both feel we should either walk or cycle the Way of Saint James. We did buy a book many years ago about making the trip, but as always, there's always another place we must visit. Angela would really prefer to walk it, as it would be a totally different experience to anything else we've ever done. Next year she's sixty five, and John's seventy. Perhaps this is the trip to celebrate?

Tonight we are staying on the town's municipal campsite. Cost around ten pounds. John wasn't impressed with the shower water temperature earlier, so Angela hopes by the morning the boiler might have replenished the supply of hot water. There is plenty on the site to interest John, a couples Durston X-Mid tent, and a beautifully restored VW T25 campervan. 

 Fortunately the nights are still warm, so we'll be cosy in Marge. As for the lady at the refuge, Madam Marge, as of course we named her, let's hope she found a couple of men to keep her cosy.