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| Not bad to wake up to |
If any of you is thinking of going to the Aire in Alés in your van you might want to pick up some cheap bottles of wine, some dope and some heroine as that is what most of the people hanging around there looked like they were consuming. Needless to say, after our fabulous weekend consuming too much expensive wine, the thought of cheap plonk did not appeal so we moved on to a more civilised setting at St Jean Du Gard.
There was an ever-elusive British couple there in their Burstner (only the second one we’ve seen so far). Where is everyone??? The site was behind a barrier and had electricity, water, and WiFi - hoorah. We awoke to scenes of horses grazing in a misty field, a far cry from the drunks draped over the tables at Alés which was not that far away.
The sun has been shining as we’ve made our way across the Pyrenees and we’ve only had to wipe the mud off Hugo’s feet once or twice. He pretends he’s not keen but by the look on his face I think he secretly likes having his feet cleansed.
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| Aaaaaah |
After a night in a cute village with absolutely no shops (not even a boulengerie) called Salesc we are now in the easily pronounceable (NOT) Duilhac Sous Peyrepertuse and tomorrow we’ll be in Spain. Olay!
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| The chateau above D S P |
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| Still getting tele |
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