It’s another bright and sunny morning and we feel in need of a bit of R and R, sounds a bit outrageous as we haven’t really overdone it, but a day off of travelling will do the soul good. So we’re heading off to a campsite in Aubazine for a 2 night stopover. Our journey finds us trundling up and down the steep hills on the A20 and to give you an idea of high up we were the motorway has an abundance of ‘escape lanes’. This ‘Dear Reader’ is in case your trusty vans brakes fail you on the descent which doesn’t really bear thinking about.
We managed that bit of the journey with nay bother, and then there was just the minor hiccup of negotiating a narrow road up the Gorge Coiroux, including some super tight hairpin bends to contend with. Well I nearly had a nose bleed and my ears were ringing and Himself only scored it a 3/10 for white knuckle factor, think I may have to try some hypnotherapy to help me out.
Anyway we are all checked in at Camping Le Coiroux (45°11’9.14″N 1°42’28.68″E) and have a lovely large pitch in which to deploy all of our camping paraphernalia, and then it’s on with the kettle for a brew.
It’s still early in the season so there is only a sprinkling of hardy motorhomes and caravans here but we are trying to fathom out how the tuggers managed to negotiate the hairpins without causing damage to their caravan or their mental health status!
Our bikes need a bit of a workout and so do our quads so we cycled to the Lac du Coiroux, past an 18 hole golf course and along to a lakeside beach. All very picturesque and peaceful but we think the place will be heaving in the high season and possibly not so enjoyable.
My quads are not so subtly letting me know that we are out of practice with this cycling lark and we need to make the effort to use the bikes more than we did last year.
Chefs’ special tonight is going to be barbequed Harissa chicken which he has been carefully marinating for the last couple of hours. Bless him, he’s been looking forward to outdoor cooking for ages and our gas BBQ recently did us proud back in April when we stayed away in the New Forest. Oho, there appears to be an important piece of the Cadac that’s gone AWOL and to say he’s hopping mad is a serious understatement. Whilst I’ve hid meself away in the kitchen to knock up my infamous salad he has forensically pulled the van apart to find the missing bit; I know when I need to just leave him to get on with it. Heyho the world hasn’t ended and we have other means of cooking but it will be 4 months without having BBQ’s, not sure that sentence is in a blokes vocabulary in the summer. We can possibly try and source another bit from ‘Mr. Bricolage’ so there’s maybe a glimmer of hope there.
Lesson of the day peeps, check and recheck you have absolutely everything you need before you set off on your travels. A Bientot.
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