Avignon (Day 2), Provence–Alpes–Côte d'Azur

Yesterday lunchtime 27c. Lunchtime today 17c. This morning when we awoke it was raining a little, so we wound out our awning to give us some extra shelter. The forecast was for dry warm weather to arrive about one o'clock. So Angela hand washed some clothes and we put them on the line as soon as the better weather arrived.

Then a walk into town. There was no need for us to rush. We have seen all the sights here.

It was nice just to leisurely stroll along the streets, stopping to buy lunch which we ate in the gardens down near the tourist office. Before we left the campsite we booked on for another night, so we'll now be leaving on Wednesday. We are in the south of France now. We have already decided that we may not have time to visit Portugal. But that's O.K. This is not a 'how many miles can we clock up holiday', it's just about being in Europe, enjoying the sunshine, revisiting old and new places. So at the moment our destination is Southern Spain. Another beautiful evening this evening. The sun as it lowered in the sky lit the citadel. The view across the river towards it is something we always relish. Disappointingly the pizza van did not open.

We are not sure why? Yesterday we were told it opens every evening until 11pm. So it was back to Margery to eat yet another salad. How much cous cous is too much cous cous? Angela feels she may have had her fill. We've eaten it everyday since we last Wednesday. The campsite is very busy tonight. There are some very large motorhomes here, almost like small coaches. But we think a smaller van is better. Easier to drive. Easier to park. And plenty large enough if you pack well. And definitely easier to clean. We can't compete though with some people. One man after polishing his motorhome proceeded to use a paintbrush to clean his engine compartment. Some people just  have too much time on their hands.

Avignon, Provence–Alpes–Côte d'Azur

As always a Saturday night stop in a car park in a town gave way to a disturbed night's sleep. Shouting and loud music. A long time ago we decided to avoid these stops on a weekend. Why on earth didn't we stick to our plan? The annoyance of the night gone we woke to a beautiful morning. Today we were off to Avignon hoping to arrive early afternoon.

A pleasant drive took us along roads that passed through medieval villages and criss crossed over bridges that spanned the Rhone river.

However we didn't expect a stop of an hour in traffic in a riverside town that was hosting a carnival. After a while of waiting Angela needed the loo. With en-suite facilities on board she was sorted. Soon after back in her driving seat she noticed two policeman talking to the driver of a car two back. Fortunately they were checking people weren't on their mobile phones, not indecently exposing themselves whilst perched on their boxio loo.

Avignon as some of you will remember was where we rested up on a campsite for a week for Angela's knee to heal after she came off her bike. This time we are settled on the towns four star Municipal campsite on a pitch amongst the trees, with electrical hook up. 

Living the dream Margery. We have been looking forward to returning to Avignon and were soon ready to walk out. Soon after Angela tripped on a raised area on the pavement landing on her already damaged knee and face planting the ground. She's such a liability. Not too much damage done we continued with our walk along the river and down to the bridge. The 'pizza guys' we're still trading and we stopped to buy coffee and Moroccan tea. After nearly eighteen months they recognized us. ' How were we'? We paid for the coffee, the tea was on the house. Tomorrow evening we arranged to return for a pizza. We are staying on the campsite for a couple of nights. Oh the joy of hot water and flushing toilets.

Saint-Cyr-Sur-Le-Rhone, Rhone-Alpes

At the aire last night a large six-wheeled German van set up his satellite receiver on a stand, and arranged his plant pots near to it. Talk about home from home.

That's the great thing about aires, always something entertaining happening around you. Joking aside, this aire had been perfect. Beautiful view, nice clean on-site toilet and relatively quiet neighbours.

By the time we departed this morning, just before nine, early for us, at least half the vans had left. Today promised to be yet another scorcher, and by ten after we'd stopped at the supermarket and the Decathlon sports shop it was already 18c. We'd planned a shorter day driving, but our drive over the hills of the Rhone-Alpes was both beautiful and slow. Along the way, at La Clayette, we stopped to look at the chateau de Bourgogne.

It looked stunning, backdropped by a picture postcard blue sky. Soon the pine forests and pretty villages gave way to a fast 'A' road that swallowed us up. As we approached Lyon the signage confused Angela and she took the wrong road. Of course we then had to drive miles out of our way before setting Margery back on course. We have driven through Lyon before. It is busy, congested and chaotic. Eventually the city released us and we found ourselves a couple of miles south just outside the town of Vienne.

Since two, we have been parked in a riverside carpark. The impressive Rhone river silently edging by.

River cruise boats glide elegantly past, whilst men on jet skis and motorised surf boards which emit a sound like an angry wasp, annoy us. By six-thirty the noisy revellers left, leaving us to take stock of the day and plan tomorrow's drive to Avignon. It feels strange to be parked right by the Via Rhona cycle path. We can hardly believe we cycled along here just seventeen months ago. Today the cycle path has been very busy with tourers, and we feel a little envious. It is very hot now, 25c, so once again we will aim for an early start tomorrow, as we're sure the cyclists will want to as well.

Molinet, Saone-et-Loire

Up at seven again this morning. Angela's calf muscles had been cramping all night, so she dressed and set off for a walk up to the chateau.

The sun was rising over the Loire lighting the vapor trails that crisscrossed the clear early morning sky. Beautiful.

Today we were heading south towards the Saone region. As yesterday, we arrived at today's destination by lunchtime. The one available campingcar space at the aire overlooking the canal was taken by a car. This always infuriates us. It's an area for campervans and motorhomes, not cars! After half an hour John approached the driver who seemed flumoxed by John words and waving of arms. Angela sat in Margery, understanding the waving of arms. After a short while the man left. Probably muttering 'bloody English'. With Margery settled alongside the canal lateral a la Loire, we took a breath, and ate lunch.

Of course we have cycled along this canal in the past, when we cycled to Switzerland. So for old times sake we mounted our Bromptons, our haunches and knees complaining from yesterday's ride. 

Dare we complain it is too hot, probably not, but all the French, Germans, Swiss a Swedes soaked up the sun as they sat outside their vans. We sweated all the way to the Aldi supermarket and back.

Sully-Sur-Loire, Lorient

Cycling alongside a section of the Loire river was always on today's agenda. But the light rain that fell yesterday evening returned this morning at eight and wasn't due to clear until around one o'clock. So we packed up and left just after nine to drive further along the river to a town where the weather was showing as being sunny and warm.

The drive took us through many pretty and interesting villages, always a slow drive because of the twenty and thirty miles per hour speed limits and lots of traffic calming. 

Our early start paid off though, and we arrived at Sully Sir Loire at lunchtime, securing a great spot overlooking the river.

Lunch eaten, yet another healthy salad, we unpacked our Bromptons bicycles, slid on some lycra shorts and set off straight into a headwind, as always. The temperature was now 24c, making the hard cycle more tolerable. After a distance we felt respectable considering this was our first cycle out in five months, we returned to Margery. Used the facilities, (yes our trusty Boxio compost loo is with us), and cycled down past the chateau to the opposite coffee shop.

The last time we visited here was in 2022 when we cycled to Basel on the Swiss border with France. Tired, but also elated, we returned to the van. Our buttocks, knees and someone's 'quinny', were a little uncomfortable, but more cycling would cure that.

Our neighbors for the night were German. We struck up conversation with them, and soon Trump, or 'the orange one', as he's commonly known became the topic. 

This evening, the first of hopefully many warm evenings to come, we walked back into town in search of rosemary for John's omelette, to accompany the chives he'd foraged earlier whilst out cycling.

By now, we were tired from our early start, cycling and walking. But also felt elated. Being by the river Loire is one of our happy places.

Cuckoo Pint or Lords and Ladies, an interesting plant to find, but never try eating.