
Mavis started first time with her new battery and positively skipped down the Routes Nationale to an overnight stop at Montreuil-Bellay which is a historic little town on the Thouet, a tributary of the Loire. We passed Saumur, about 10…
Mavis started first time with her new battery and positively skipped down the Routes Nationale to an overnight stop at Montreuil-Bellay which is a historic little town on the Thouet, a tributary of the Loire. We passed Saumur, about 10…
To add more detail to our journey here, the channel crossing bit of the trip to France wasn’t quite as straightforward as it might have been. We were parked right at the sharp end of the ferry, as previously noted,…
We left Portsmouth at 8 am on a showery morning and set sail for the land of baguettes, wine and other lovely eatables (as well as many non edible delights). Steaming out past Portsmouth naval dockyard, if you look carefully…
We crossed Northern France in a series of short hops, together with Joy and Alan who by good luck happened to be crossing the channel the same day as us. First stop was a small aire in the hilltop wine…
After Pont du Mousson we headed west and parked in an aire at Port Chantecoq, next to a wild flower meadow. Over the dam in the background is the huge man-made Lake called Lac du Der. The lake is in…
We left Trier on Friday morning and followed the Moselle down to Pont-à-Mousson. On the way we stopped by at Nennig to see this spectacular Roman mosaic, uncovered by chance by a farmer in 1853 it is the largest Roman…
On Sunday we drove 200 miles up the A75 (mainly), across the Millau bridge, to arrive at the riverside aire in Saint-Pourçain-sur-Sioule The aire ( N 46.312146 E 3.296693) was surprisingly quiet for Easter. Our pitch overlooks the Sioule, a…
On Saturday we drove 159 miles across the border and up the A75 to an aire at the fortified medieval village of La Couvertoirade. It is a good spacious aire (N 43.910998 E 3.313492) which is €3 per night. This…
On Sunday we drove the 275 miles from Ruynes en Margeride to L’Estartit, in Cataluña. We set off in the fog and rain and hit the sunshine around Beziers, where we turned right towards the border. We stopped for lunch…