Showing posts with label normandy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label normandy. Show all posts

France Part 3 - Whatever the weather…

Me again, the Blogger in Black - in a  lot less black - it IS summer after all (apparently) - with the final blog from our first site here in Normandy.

Friday, as I mentioned in the last blog was lovely, weather wise. I spent the morning chasing letters around the keyboard working on said blog and did little in the afternoon apart from soak up some rays.

In the evening we returned to Port-en-Bessin. There was a market on and a firework display once it was dark. Predictably of course, we were there far too early. A stroll around the market on the quayside didn’t take long. There were some stalls selling local produce - cider is really popular here again, and you could pick up your caravans weight in French cheese if you wished. There were plenty of stalls selling the usual cheap tat from china too sadly. Five Euro sunnies and the like.

Food of course was near the top of the agenda. Having done the usual tourist trudge past all the offerings we settled on a place just off the main drag and enquired politely if they had menus in English. The waitress gesticulated and waved towards some unknown destination, spouted off something incomprehensible in a tone that could never be described as welcoming.

Unperturbed, we sat down, thinking we’d be able to decipher the menu. Sadly we never got the chance. People went inside, were seated and handed menu’s. We waited. And waited. Then left.

We successfully managed to procure a couple of beers from one of the bars on the quayside, but food was still on our minds so tried again at another restaurant. Two coffees were successfully ordered and a quick search on Google Translate revealed what some of the items on the menu were. We ordered, not having a clue what we were asked in return, but the food arrived and it was fine. The fact that the waiter was young and fit helped as well….

Sensible people would have bought a jacket or jumper but we’d breezed in in shorts and t-shirts not anticipating how much the temperature would drop before the fireworks started at 11pm. So although we enjoyed the display - as did many others, it was packed in the end - it was nice to get back to Patsy for a warming nightcap.

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Saturday saw us head south - about 70 miles or so to Ceauce - to catch up with a friend and colleague who has a house there. It was a pleasant enough drive - one particular tailgating tosser notwithstanding - with some pretty if not particularly spectacular scenery. I keep to the speed limits - largely - but certainly don’t dawdle however they do like to drive close here it seems, although whether the foreign (i.e British) number plate makes a difference I don’t know.

Laurie’s cottage was built in the 1800’s and was a delightful little place with a separate garden. Laurie works term time like us and like us spends all his free time away - us in the caravan and him over here. There’s seems quite a little British community going on judging by our visit to a coffee shop where we didn’t hear  a French accent.

We went for a nice walk around the lake, at the side of which is a municipal camp site offering ten or so pitches, each separated by hedges and most offering mains hook up. A clean and tidy toilet block with washing facilities and showers sits at the end all this is your for just ten euros a night. We really need to look at these municipal sights if we come again.

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We had a lovely lunch at Laurie's’ place then headed back. Trev was starting to feel a bit out of sorts - shivering and a general malaise - so we stayed put and had an early night - a rare alcohol free one too.

Sunday and Trev was still feeling rough so we stayed put. The weather was not great, windy. chilly and occasionally wet so we were confined to Patsy for the day. Trev caught up on sleep having had a bad night and I caught up on reading. We emerged in the evening for a meal over at the site bar. Trev was feeling a little better and the food helped, but another early night beckoned.

Despite more of the same, weather wise, Monday saw us back on the road again, and up to Cherbourg at the tip of Normandy. A popular ferry port with crossings from both Britain and Ireland and was a stop off for the Titanic. We didn’t know what to expect - especially free parking which was an unexpected bonus. The idea of  a town this size in Britain offering an abundance of free parking is laughable so well done. We headed to the old town - after pausing for coffee to dodge the showers. It was pleasant enough but most places were shut and there were very few people about. With it still raining we decided to cut our losses and start our journey back along the coast hoping the weather would improve.

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It did too - well the rain stopped anyway. Having passed through some pleasant enough but rather uninspiring settlements we stopped at Barfleur for lunch. Once the biggest port in Normandy it is - according to my Rough Guide - largely tourist free, but there were plenty about when we stopped.

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We continued around the coast, stopping at various points before happening upon the bigger resort town of St Vaast-la-Hougue. It only piqued our interest initially because it was twinned with Bridport in Dorset. What a wonderful idea twinning was - particularly if you were a councillor or official. Foreign trips to agreeable destinations at the tax payers expense. How lovely. Andy M, perhaps you could get Saltdean twinned with somewhere, we’d be happy to represent!

Anyway, we stopped for a stroll and some lens clicking under an ever lightening sky before continuing our journey.

Quineville was the next place to be graced with our presence before stopping again for almost the final time, at both ends of Utah Beach, - another site of the D-Day landings.

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Our final stop was at the supermarket - not only for food but diesel too - and this is when you really know you’re in Europe. The equivalent of 82p a litre making it far less painful to fill up than when at home. Rosie has been frugal too. Without Patsy on the back making her thirsty she has returned over 45mpg which I’m more than happy with.

So, that’s our time in Normandy almost over. Today is Bastille Day, and Lucia is cooking up a special treat in the restaurant tonight, then there are a number of firework displays about later or a lightshow around the cathedral in Bayeux. We’ll see how it goes but we want an early start tomorrow as it’s a 250 mile trundle to our next site.

So, until then…

……there are another couple of videos for you to endure - sorry, enjoy:

Port-en-Bessin Fireworks

Quineville & Utah Beach

 

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France Part 1 - Getting There

Here we go again, it’s the school holidays - for our school anyway - which means of course that we are away in Patsy. Although this time we are not exploring some far flung corner of the UK but have finally made it across the English Channel, for as I type we are sited on a pretty little campsite in the village of Tournieres in Normandy. Yes, France!

We’ve been here since Sunday morning, and have done very little but relax so far. There’s plenty of time to get out and about as we’re in France for over 7 weeks - so yes, I’m afraid that’s lots of blogs you’re going to be bombarded with.

I’m going to wind back to the Friday before last. As many know we work for a private school as minibus drivers and having dropped the kids off I was ambling back to the school in a hot, sweaty and slightly smelly minibus contemplating not only our upcoming trip but the more immediate prospect of a few beers with colleagues to celebrate the end of term.

Then the phone rang.

A large group of kids - having completed their GCSE’s were heading to the Peak District on a Duke of Edinburgh expedition. We would be involved in the coming week to bring them back but the majority were going up on a coach. Only it hadn’t turned up - or more likely someone hadn’t booked it. Two extra drivers were needed and could myself and Trev help out?

Well, sitting in aforementioned hot, sweaty & smelly minibus I fancied it about as much as an STD, but we eventually agreed and found ourselves a short while later setting off from the college in Brighton as part of a convoy of five minibuses full of kids and two vans full of camping kit.

Four hours later we’d managed to cover nearly 80, yes 80 miles thanks to Friday afternoon traffic, accidents and breakdowns and by the time we arrived in the Peak District at midnight - some nine hours later we were all feeling pretty ragged. Credit to the kids though, they were good as gold and extremely well behaved.

We COULD have stayed over in the bunkhouse, but luckily we didn’t have to bring all the buses back so could share the driving on the way home. We eventually turned the key to the door of our flat at 0545 - some 24 hours after I’d gotten up the previous day.

We were to repeat the journey on Monday and Wednesday, suffering yet more delays thanks to accidents and road closures, but were buoyed by the knowledge that the overtime would fund a considerable portion of our upcoming trip.

So, Saturday night saw us at the ferry port of Newhaven just six miles up the road from us. The plan was to travel from the Caravan Club site in Brighton were Patsy had been since Thursday - to prep and load up - but someone - ok me - forgot to book early enough and there was no room on Saturday so her ladyship had to go back to storage for the day.

WP_20150704_004The port was busier than usual - due no doubt to the carry on at Calais and by the time it came to board the queue stretched almost out onto the road. Boarding seemed slow but we were away on time at 1130. With the lights from the new quayside flats reflecting on the water Newhaven looked almost pretty. Not a description that’s often applied to it I can assure you, in fact it’s often said that the best and only thing to do in Newhaven when you arrive is leave. Yes, it has seen better days, but there are signs of regeneration. A massive wind farm has been given the go ahead off the coast and Newhaven is central to construction and on-going operations.

We had actually done this crossing before - many many years ago - on a day’s booze buying trip. It seemed though our plans were doomed from the start because we didn’t realise that nothing would be open on a Sunday. Doh. Unperturbed we had a look around then headed back to the port planning to stock up from the ships duty free only to find that they’d gone on strike and our ferry was now anchored out in the harbour.

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Anyway, back to the present. Sleep was pretty high up on the list of requirements but we needed feeding and watering too. Having had a look at the restaurant we adjourned to the bar and ordered a couple of pints and baguettes. Considering previous experience of eating on ferries - most memorably across to Ireland and back last year - I was expecting a painfully expensive experience. But as I went to pay I noticed the ‘meal deal’ poster offering a pint and a baguette for a fiver. Wow, what a bargain and well done to DFDS for being sensible. Irish Ferries and P & O take note. In fact the ship - the Seven Sisters - was clean and tidy throughout and well laid out with plenty of room too.

We had eschewed the chance of a cabin of a cabin (for a fee) but instead found some large reclining chairs and managed to grab some sleep. In fact it didn’t seem long before they were announcing our imminent arrival in Dieppe. We headed to the car and set the sat-nav app on my phone for our destination. I’d had a look at the map and the route was pretty easy if we took the toll roads but our sense of adventure and natural aversion to parting with cash ensured I selected the ‘avoid tolls’ option.

It worked pretty well too. We saw more of the countryside and the roads were completely empty at that hour. Trev drove until around 8am taking around three quarters of the way, then I took over. I was not relishing it to be honest - I hadn’t driven abroad for years, and had never towed on the ‘wrong side’ but it was surprisingly easy. Probably the hardest thing was putting complete faith in the sat-nav - but I needn't have worried. For the record the app is HERE Drive running on Windows Phone and it’s best feature for me is the ability to download maps so you don’t need to rely on a signal and don’t chew through your data allowance.

Some 4 hours and 150 miles later we had arrived at our chosen site. True to form , it was raining and had been for a while. We checked in, picked a pitch then went to site the van. There was plenty of room to get her ladyship in position with the car but to level her up we were going to use the motor mover, only to discover that the battery was completely flat. Christ! We got her in position, got the legs down, the electric on, then dived inside out of the wet for a kip.

Later in the afternoon, the weather and our mood had improved. We finished setting up, utilising for the first time our new canopy that’s replaced our pump up awning. Wielding a multimeter and following some instructions from a fellow caravanner on Twitter (Thank you again Daniel) I set about identifying the problem of our flat battery. We’d recently had the wiring on car and van changed to the more modern single 13 pin from the two older 7-pin plugs. Tests revealed everything was fine on the car end but we were to discover later that  a couple of wires had come off in the new caravan plug - and the rest were loose too. Good old British workmanship. We fixed it up as best we could and I’ll get it done properly when we get home.

Dinner was taken in the site restaurant overlooking the pool area. Reasonably priced and tasty - with an accompanying vino too. Here we got to meet Paul, the owner who established the site 25 years ago. A merchant seaman out of Portsmouth he wanted to relocate to France and having never caravanned borrowed and friends and toured the country looking for somewhere to buy. Friends asked if they could store their caravan on his land and the idea of a commercial caravan storage facility was born. The caravan site came as a natural progression, first as a basic CL type site but eventually with all the modern facilities we come to expect. It’s mature now and very pretty with low hedges separating the pitches and giving some privacy with being too enclosed.

Right, that’s it for now. Not much in the way of photo’s as we haven’t been out and about yet, but here are some pictures of the site:

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We’ve been experimenting with video too and there are six available for your perusal:

Arriving at Newhaven Port

Some of the journey to the site

A look around the site

More of the site

The Pond

Please let me know what you think. It’s early days but if you like them we’ll do more.

 

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