During August 1999 we took
the kids to stay in a Mobile home, which sounds awful, but actually Keycamp
were absolutely brilliant - 10/10!.
We were near the sea at St Jean de Monts half way down the West coast
We did a bit of driving about and exploring (Pornik, Noirmoutiers) but
mainly swam, read, ate lovely barbecued French food and drank mega-cheap
French plonque (Rose Champagne £0.93!).
The following year we returned to a camp site a few miles
down the coast.
This time we took bikes (4 bikes on the back of a Volvo
at 110mph on the Autoroute...? I spent the whole trip waiting for them
to smash the rear window!) which was almost a success.
We went cycling on a a piece of decommisioned SNCF railway. We went about
5 miles then turned the rail-bikes round and came home again. It was hard
and hot work, but when you stopped it was beautifully quiet and a lovely
piece of countryside.
There was a railway bridge over the river so we stopped and it was just
beautiful. You don't seem to get that sort of tranquility in Britain any
more. Too many people crammed in to too small a space. I could live in
France: unlike a lot of English people, I really like the French, we can
speak french reasonably well and they have a sensible attitude to life:
plenty of space, a healthy nationalism, great food and they shoot any
wildlife, but only to eat. If Nessie spoke French better I would be sorely
tempted to go and work somewhere rural in France (but fairly far South
so the weather is good!).
We did some wine-tasting to some Vendée caves and brought back
to the UK sufficient red, rosé and white wine, plus beer to sink
a battleship. Poor Volvo.........