Frolicking in the Forest

Last weekend we were celebrating a friend’s 75th birthday down in the New Forest. As there were so many of us, three campervans and a tiny caravan Pod met up at Lytton Lawn Campsite near Milton On Sea.

We left home around 13.00 on the Friday afternoon and had a dreadful drive down through torrential rain and Friday afternoon traffic. At least the rain stopped by the time we arrived and it turned into a blustery but dry evening. As we were getting ourselves set up on our pitch, we found we had a stowaway!

We went round to our friends for a lovely meal and catch up ahead of the proper celebration the next day.

A lovely site at Lytton Lawn
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Honfleur and home!

We arrived at our car park/motorhone aire at 15.00. Luckily, there were quite a few spots free but these soon filled up even though there were 140 spaces. At just €15 per 24 hours with electricity, water and disposal available, this was a bargain and only a ten minute walk into town.

Honfleur motorhome aire

We hadn’t been back to Honfleur for over 20 years and the place still had a wonderful charm, despite all the day tourists who came by the coach load. We cycled, walked, ate and chilled in the 28 hours we spent there. The weather was generally kind although the evenings were definitely chiller now we were that bit further north.

We even met up with friends who were passing through for a bite to eat before we got the late ferry home from Caen. Nothing like being woken up on board at 05.15 as we approached the U.K. The drive back home was pretty good given we hit the M25 at rush hour. Back in the flat by 09.15.

A wonderful two weeks away that has whetted our appetite to spend more time in France, preferably the southern half for the warmer climate!

Miles since last blog: 136

Miles this trip: 1,500

A little synopsis of our trip!

Comic strips, catch ups and chateaux

After our wonderful evening in St Emilion, we made our way north east towards friends who we were visiting on the Saturday evening. We left our idyllic vineyard around 10.30 to drive to Angoulême, another medieval town that is also renowned for its comic strip murals. Apparently, once a year 200,000 people descend on the town for the annual comic strip convention! Most of the town was a bit boring but the centre was quite cute and the comic strips interesting. We had a lovely lunch of tiny shrimps and fondue at the covered market.

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Sophisticated St Emilion

We left our wind blown but dramatic spot by the Plage d’Esperance, near Fouras, around 09.30 on Thursday, September 11, to make our way to the Bordeaux area. However, we first stopped off at another Plus Beau Village, Brouage. It used to be a port that was fortified by Cardinal Richelieu in response to the Protestant stronghold of La Rochelle. The port silted up as the sea receded. The old citadel’s arsenal used to make the cannons for the rest of France. It was, in fact, quite a pretty town with easy parking under the same ramparts that a young Louis XIV would pine for his sweetheart, Marie Mancini, after being persuaded to marry the Infanta of Spain. The other claim to fame of the town was that it was the birthplace of Samuel de Champlain who founded Quebec in 1608. Quite a history for such a sleepy town!

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Lovely La Rochelle

We left our lovely campsite on the Île d’Oleron on Wednesday morning, September 10 to continue our adventures. First stop was a delightful car park outside a sports centre so Liz could phone into a meeting back in the UK. Then back up to La Rochelle, an amazing fortified city with its two imposing towers guarding the entrance to the old port and one of the earliest examples of a glass lantern tower. We were lucky with the weather as it had pretty much rained all morning and most of the afternoon. It stopped for the two hours we had to explore the city before setting in again for the evening.

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Delightful d’Oleron

After our lovely sojourn on Île de Rè, we decided it was time to move on so we drove down to the next large island, Île d’Oleron, just 65 miles away. It’s the second largest island in France (Corsica being the biggest) but it was amazing quiet and tranquil. No bridge toll to pay and the roads were pretty quiet once we were actually on the island.

The campsite was another laid back, back to nature type with direct access to the sea. We had plenty of spots to choose from so we chose one near to the beach but also flat. We had shade from the pine trees but enough sun to allow us to have lunch outside.

It was about a half mile walk through the trees to a glorious beach with boats bobbing on mooring buoys and even the local sailing school.

We spent the afternoon there with Liz playing on her paddle board and Jo reading her book with an occasional foray into the Atlantic Ocean. A lovely chilled day.

Miles since last blog: 65

Miles this trip: 591

Idyllic Île de Rè

We departed our lovely little spot in Saumur on Saturday around 11.00 after a relaxed morning. We called in at a local supermarket and a wine warehouse to stock up before our 140 mile journey south west to Île de Rè, a small island off the Atlantic coast near La Rochelle. It was a pleasant journey on main and local roads through villages and a lot of sunflower fields! We stopped off on the way to see the chateau at Montreuil-Bellay which looked very pretty against the sky line.

Montreuil-Bellay
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Lovely Loire

We awoke amongst the vines on Friday morning after a very peaceful night’s sleep. We had arranged to have a wine tasting after breakfast so we duly took on our task. We ended up buying three bottles of their Crèmant de Loire before spending the day exploring the area.

First stop was the fascinating troglodyte village of Rochemenier. Having quarried the sandstone, the villagers then dug out whole communities to live in. The village museum showed two ‘farms’ complete with stables, bakery, village hall and houses. Apparently, people lived and worked there from the 1300s until the 1960s.

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Home to the Loire Valley

We started our French trip from Portsmouth on the 15.00 ferry to Caen. We left home around 10.00 so that it would be a stress free journey. As it happened, it was a good run down and we were at the terminal by 12.30 and on board by 14.30. We were very happy not to be pulled over by Maritime Security so our check-in was quick and efficient. The ferry was a relative new ship, Guillaume de Normandie, so despite the rough seas and strong winds, it was a relatively good crossing with just a couple of hours of strong motion – evidenced by the heaving in the women’s toilets!

Waiting to board
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Cute Cotswolds?

It was a last minute decision to join friends camping in the Cotswolds last week. They had found an adults only, over 30s site just outside of Bourton on the Water so we were hoping that it would be a tranquil and peaceful campsite. Field Barn Park was that and more. Generous 100sqm pitches with hedges for privacy, electric hook up and water points near every other pitch. Although a mile and a half from the hubbub of Bourton, it could have been 500 miles away as it was so relaxing and calm. It even had a farm shop with an honesty box and food waste disposal (a rarity on UK campsites).

We arrived on the Monday afternoon (August 18) just before our friends, Caroline and Val with their gorgeous dog, Luca. We had a chilled evening with a BBQ in the setting evening sun. A perfect start.

Dora with her new magnetic awning pole holders
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Glamorous Glyndebourne

We were very fortunate to be offered tickets to see The Marriage of Figaro by Mozart at the Glyndebourne Opera House near Lewes, East Sussex. We decided to make it a mini break and left home on the Thursday lunchtime (August 7th) to make our way towards Lewes as we had secured a community site for a couple of nights behind The Laughing Fish pub in Isfield. On the way we inadvertently drove through Lewes with its quaint streets and medieval architecture.

Isfield Community CL Site
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Terrific Texas

It seems that this summer is all about music festivals for us. No sooner had we recovered from Glastonbury than we were making our way to Ludlow Castle for one of their summer concerts. We decided to make this trip a mini break and travelled just north of Ludlow to Halfpenny Green Wine Estate. Set in 30 acres of wonderful vines, this winery has established itself as a popular venue in Staffordshire. It had added a shop, cafe and a lovely craft village on site to complement the winery.

Wine tasting in the sunshine
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Glasto Baby!

We had wanted to go to Glastonbury for a few years since we began campervan life and didn’t spend all of our summers in the Med. This year we finally managed to get there and book a space for Dora as well. We really couldn’t be doing with sleeping in a tent cheek by jowl with 200,000 others.

In order to get to Worthy Farm as the gates opened for campervans on the Tuesday morning (yes, three days before the main event!), we left home on the Monday (June 23) afternoon to drive to Cheddar Bridge Park campsite near Cheddar so we could meet up with our fellow festival goers, Caron and Yvonne, in their hired VW California van. We arrived around 17.30 and had a great spot opposite them but near the loos and the fresh water point. We had a lovely BBQ and catch up that night, sitting out until well after dark.

Busy but clean campsite for the night
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Merci Mersea

Having spent over 5 weeks recovering from knee surgery, we agreed that Jo needed a short break away. We decided to visit Mersea Island and have lunch in one of the seafood shacks on the seafront. Although it was the Friday of school half term, we managed to book a table at The Company Shed for 14.00 to give us plenty of time to get there. We also needed to factor in when high tide was as the causeway over to the island can flood. We were fine as we crossed a good two hours before but then it took us another half an hour to find somewhere to park. We managed to find a spot in the car park by the high street (just as well we don’t have a longer van!) but it meant a 20 min walk back to the sea front which was quite a way for Jo with her new knee!

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Mayhem at St Mary’s Loch

We had a leisurely early morning with Helen before leaving Pitlochry on the final proper day of our Scottish holiday. We made our way down to the Scottish Borders via Perth and Edinburgh. Just as we were approaching Edinburgh we got a message to say that another Helen (old school friend of Liz’s), who was supposed to be meeting us later in her motorhome, had a flat battery and did we have any jump leads? Of course we did so we made our way to Gorebridge, just south of Edinburgh where we eventually jump started her Moho in the rain. Hot cross buns and coffee were a welcome recompense.

Jump start successful!
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The Black Isle

From our overnight stop at Glenmorangie House, we made our way to The Black Isle. It’s not actually an island but a peninsula and it’s not black but local folklore says the name comes from the fact that it has its own microclimate so when everywhere around is covered in snow it doesn’t settle on the peninsula.

It was a delightful day driving and cycling around the area including Clootie Well, a sacred healing natural spring where people now leave clothing in the hope of being cured. Frankly, it looked a bit scruffy!

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NC500 to Glenmorangie

After saying farewell to Jo’s cousin and family on Monday morning (April 14), we continued our way and rejoined the North Coast 500 (known as the NC500). It’s a circular tour of the highlands that’s just over 500 miles long. We had already done some of it on the west coast but time prevented us from going right to the top of Scotland so we were happy to rejoin the route on the east coast. Our first stop was Dunrobin Castle, home of the Duke of Sutherland. It was a pretty big stately home with manicured gardens but the piece de resistance was the falconry display. 30 mins of watching these magnificent a Gyr Falcon and a Harris Hawk go through their paces as well as learning how different their attacking styles were.

Dunrobin Castle

After that, onwards south via the lovely town of Dornoch with a great cathedral.

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