Towards les Andelys

As our sailing friends will know, you never say you are going to arrive somewhere; you are only “on passage towards” somewhere.

Initially the landscape was very flat, with plenty of oil seed rape in full flower (rather like home really) but the fields are huge with few hedgerows. Wonder where the birdies sleep? John drove today and I was navigator. We had a preview of the satnav instructions against the atlas, but even the very minor roads have a number, which we quite often couldn't see on the map. I began to think of the game of Battleships ….. D12 to D567. We thought we could see a better route so why follow the satnav instructions when you can have so much fun doing your own thing. Which is why we passed through one village crammed with a funfair and had to do a detour around another in the throes of a street market / entertainment. Nevertheless, we arrived at Les Andelys just before 5 pm, no later than originally intended.

Recently we read somewhere about categorising motorhome tasks into blue jobs and pink jobs. Very sexist, I know, but it seems to be how it works out. We arrived on site, John scurried outside in the rain to connect the electricity and turn on the gas (having already filled the water tank and primed the chemical toilet) while I stayed inside and made tea! It has been raining all afternoon but we did walk around the site this evening for a breath of fresh air seeing some local pseudo-wildlife on the way.

We can't really pass judgement in these weather conditions, but situated as it is on the banks of the River Seine, it looks as though it would be a lovely spot on a sunny day – www.camping-troisrois.com