Hello All,
Just taking advantage of a great internet connection to pop in and give you an update - if I remember correctly I left you in the Morvan Forest just outside Vezelay, on the way to Le Puy. Well, as often happens a lovely circumstance arose and plans altered slightly. I received a text from a friend of mine- Gillian, who has recently started travelling across Europe in her campervan accompanied by her gentle greyhound Tom. Well as luck would have it we were in the same part of France so we arranged to meet up in a town that appeared to be halfway,.We wandered off around the town, had a good lunch in the sunshine then decided we would head off together heading south and spend the night on an aire- Gillians first night off a campsite. So off we went in convoy, had an uneventful journey, apart from being stopped by the police for no apparent reason and arrived in a very pleasant town called Guijon. The aire was luxurious in that it had a toilet-(breaking Gillian in easily) and a lovely riverside walk for Tom. The next day we headed off on our own adventures with the possibility of maybe meeting up in Spain sometime in the winter. Was great fun.
So back on track to Le Puy through yet more stunning countryside, arriving late afternoon-for those of you who don't know it Le Puy is a pilgrimage centre and is well known for the ancient church and the statue built on top of volcanic mounds - the whole town is built in a volcanic crater, and there is an air of mystery around the whole town. The campsite was very well placed by the river and I was looking forward to few days there, so parked in the lovely afternoon sun anticipating lovely restful afternoons. Well the first thing that I discovered was the the plug in electric wouldnt work- not a huge disaster but it is so much easier not having to worry whether the battery will last and using an electric kettle and i couldnt understand it as it had been working a couple of days before. After much plugging in and out and hanging of head I decided I had to accept it when over came a very friendly French man, screwdriver in hand who smiled and gesticulated in a way that I understood that he would have a look. Well, bless his heart, after about 15mins of taking everything apart he got it working - hurrah!! Some of you may remember that I had a similar occurrence in Italy my first year - I am sooo lucky.
So that meant that I could trot out without a care in the world and start to explore. Which I did then came back for supper and noticed that it was getting chilly - well - it wasnt chilly- it was downright cold and then it started raining- hard. I went to bed that night dressed like the Michelin man and still shivered. I also realised as the thunderstorm crashed around me was that I was connected to a 240volt electrical supply and there was very little insulation - so I shuffled my sleeping bag into the middle of the bed and kept my fingers crossed. Well, the next morning it was 8 deg at 11am so after a morning of sightseeing I purchased a duvet and was warm as toast afterwards.
So, as you can imagine from the photo,s the calf muscles got a good workout over the 3 days I was there - sadly it was chilly and damp the whole time which I think may have affected my feelings about the town as it is mainly built out of volcanic rock so is dark and forbidding but the church was very special and I am very pleased to have been there.And had some lovely food.
Think I will do a second instalment as this is growing much too long, so see you soon
Just taking advantage of a great internet connection to pop in and give you an update - if I remember correctly I left you in the Morvan Forest just outside Vezelay, on the way to Le Puy. Well, as often happens a lovely circumstance arose and plans altered slightly. I received a text from a friend of mine- Gillian, who has recently started travelling across Europe in her campervan accompanied by her gentle greyhound Tom. Well as luck would have it we were in the same part of France so we arranged to meet up in a town that appeared to be halfway,.We wandered off around the town, had a good lunch in the sunshine then decided we would head off together heading south and spend the night on an aire- Gillians first night off a campsite. So off we went in convoy, had an uneventful journey, apart from being stopped by the police for no apparent reason and arrived in a very pleasant town called Guijon. The aire was luxurious in that it had a toilet-(breaking Gillian in easily) and a lovely riverside walk for Tom. The next day we headed off on our own adventures with the possibility of maybe meeting up in Spain sometime in the winter. Was great fun.
So back on track to Le Puy through yet more stunning countryside, arriving late afternoon-for those of you who don't know it Le Puy is a pilgrimage centre and is well known for the ancient church and the statue built on top of volcanic mounds - the whole town is built in a volcanic crater, and there is an air of mystery around the whole town. The campsite was very well placed by the river and I was looking forward to few days there, so parked in the lovely afternoon sun anticipating lovely restful afternoons. Well the first thing that I discovered was the the plug in electric wouldnt work- not a huge disaster but it is so much easier not having to worry whether the battery will last and using an electric kettle and i couldnt understand it as it had been working a couple of days before. After much plugging in and out and hanging of head I decided I had to accept it when over came a very friendly French man, screwdriver in hand who smiled and gesticulated in a way that I understood that he would have a look. Well, bless his heart, after about 15mins of taking everything apart he got it working - hurrah!! Some of you may remember that I had a similar occurrence in Italy my first year - I am sooo lucky.
So that meant that I could trot out without a care in the world and start to explore. Which I did then came back for supper and noticed that it was getting chilly - well - it wasnt chilly- it was downright cold and then it started raining- hard. I went to bed that night dressed like the Michelin man and still shivered. I also realised as the thunderstorm crashed around me was that I was connected to a 240volt electrical supply and there was very little insulation - so I shuffled my sleeping bag into the middle of the bed and kept my fingers crossed. Well, the next morning it was 8 deg at 11am so after a morning of sightseeing I purchased a duvet and was warm as toast afterwards.
So, as you can imagine from the photo,s the calf muscles got a good workout over the 3 days I was there - sadly it was chilly and damp the whole time which I think may have affected my feelings about the town as it is mainly built out of volcanic rock so is dark and forbidding but the church was very special and I am very pleased to have been there.And had some lovely food.
Think I will do a second instalment as this is growing much too long, so see you soon
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