Saturday 12 September
Mrs Weather Girl has predicted that the weather around Lemeuil is going to be pretty pants here for the next few days so we shut up shop the night before and retire early. Unfortunately the party celebrating their first or last night on the campsite ( or perhaps any night ) have a different agenda and are still at it at 3.00 in the morning keeping the rest of us awake. ( Selfish Gits ! ) After that the thunder and rain storms begin around 5.00 ( The partygoers are not up now are they !! ) and so needing an early start we set off at 7.25 and head in a southerly direction initially in the rain which does peter out gradually as we head further down.
Normally I don’t like to drive more than 3-4 hours a day so I can enjoy the holiday but because of the predicted naff weather throughout the central region of France we keep going to the south coast where we are greeted by lovely sunshine but unfortunately accompanied by really strong wind ( La Mistral ). This took 6 ½ hours driving plus 45 minutes break which was a bit of a pain but served a purpose in getting us back into decent weather.
Having arrived at La Brasilia which we have stopped before but really liked at 2.45 we pitch up and retire to the bar for a couple of beers before having a takeaway Pizza and chilling for the rest of the evening before lights out.
Sunday 13 September
I started the day off with an early morning bomb round on my bike while allowing Mrs Snoozy to continue with her beauty sleep. I cycled through the main resort of Canet en Roussilon as the stall holders were setting up for their Sunday market along the sea front.
I cycled up to another small seaside town a few miles away called St Cyprien and then returned back to the site. I did stop off at a small historic fisherman’s village along the way. The houses here appeared to be built from thatched willow or reeds and were set along the Etang which is the narrow waterway just inland and away from the sea.
On my return we got chance to play with the portable kitchen again when we had a joint effort in cooking our belly buster breakfast.
The rest of the day was pretty boring as we sat around the van reading and doing crosswords as the day grew cloudier and we didn’t think it warm enough for the pool.
The only exciting thing that happened was when I walked into one of the open windows on “Cis” and cut my ear. ( What a Plonker Rodney ! )