Papa Pee-Pee’s parents have finally got fed up with their child’s constant calling out to them every morning at around 6.00 a.m. They too are fed up with being disturbed from their sleep by the constant cry ‘Papa! Pee-Pee! Mama! Pee-Pee! … so they have bought him a tin whistle to keep him amused!? Now […]

I am in a deep, deep sleep. I am dreaming about all the interesting and lovely people – many of them real characters – that we have got to know on this fascinating campsite at Le Pre Lombard. It is just after 6.00 a.m. and the whole campsite is sleeping.  I am suddenly rudely awakened […]

One of my favourite poems – nonsense song might be more appropriate, on reflection – is Lewis Carroll’s The Walrus and the Carpenter (from Through the Looking Glass) particularly the well known verse that reads as follows: ‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said, ‘To talk of many things: Of shoes, and ships, and sealing-wax […]

It is our final night in Cordes-sur-Ciel – one last night with the frogs – not the French, you understand (we would not be so insulting as to refer to the French as ‘Frogs’), but the hundreds of frogs that live in the lake near our pitch and who loudly sing their ‘frog chorus’ to […]

We are on the Little Train – the tourist train – that winds through the steep streets of Cordes-sur-Ciel and takes us almost to the main square right at the top of this remarkable hill top medieval town. We are sitting next to an elderly Australian couple who have a house here. They live here […]

We round the bend in the road and there is Albi lying in the plain before us, the Cathedral dominating the city. It is very impressive, even more so when we actually drive into Albi itself and cross the main bridge over the River Tarn with its amazing view of the Cathedral and the Bishop’s […]

We are suddenly woken from our deep, deep sleep on our water bed – you will recall from our last blog that we were only able to half inflate the inflatable bed we use when camping – by a cacophony of noise! Are we dreaming? Or have we been transported to the Amazon rain forest? […]

Courtesy of a small, but not insignificant family inheritance for Julia, and an impending small but not insignificant annual pension lump sum for me, we are able to purchase a new second hand car and plan another extended camping holiday in France. There is absolutely nothing in the diary for either of us – and […]