Showing posts with label perigord. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perigord. Show all posts

France Part 8 - Here comes the sun (again)

Much better weather greeted us on Thursday morning, so we had a run over to the village of Saint Estephe - or more accurately, the large lake beside it, just about four miles from the site. There’s a man made beach on one portion of it and this was already getting busy. We'd toyed with bringing my inflatable kayak/canoe thingy down but as we’d been advised by our knowledgeable neighbours you could hire a plastic one out for free. Free? I couldn’t believe it either but it was true. You have to sign a disclaimer of some sort and wear a life jacket but other than that, away you go. We declined in the end though and set off on a walk around the lakeside.

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Just over two miles in total, some of it on boardwalks and it was very pleasant. At the far end there is a chain - well rope - ferry that’s hand operated. No power needed, what a good idea. To the far side is a campsite with some pitches right near the waters edge. There are some wooden chalets for non-campers and it looked a great place to stop for a few nights out of season. A glance at the  tariff later indicated that two could camp with electric for just seventeen Euros and fifty cents a night. A great site for families and we'd certainly consider it out of season, but are really happy where we are - and not just because it’s adults only.

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A lakeside restaurant and snack bar completed the walk and we both agreed what a lovely place it was. Right, so lets recap. That’s parking - free. Canoe hire - free. Sunbeds - free. Sound like anywhere back in the UK? Let me know because I can’t think of anywhere!

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Back at the site the recliners came out and we enjoyed the rest of the day listening to the cricket, which after the disaster at Lords, was going rather well.

 With a cooler cloudy day promised on Friday (and subsequently delivered) we decided to head south again, past Brantome and have a look at the town of Perigueux which, in administrative terms, is roughly the Dordogne's county town I guess. Anyway, expectations weren't high and certainly the road in which we arrived did little to dispel that. Anybody who knows Brighton, think of Viaduct road and you’ll get an idea. Yeah, that good. Unperturbed we headed straight for the centre and found a small car park  in the middle of the main thoroughfare. Expecting from experience that it wouldn’t be expensive I didn’t even look at the tariff.

DSC_0034Early impressions did little to dispel that feeling that we shouldn’t have bothered - not that there was anything particularly dislikeable but nothing stood out. Then we discovered the ‘old town’ Perigueux’s medieval - and Renaissance - core. Narrow alleys, cobbled streets with little squares in amongst, made for a very pleasant experience with both locals and tourists - judging by the accents, mingling amongst the shops and eateries. There was even an ‘English Style’ pub - The DSC_0047Star Inn, offering ex-pats a taste of home with all those well known English beers like, er, Guinness, Stella and Carlsberg. Quite. And before you ask, it was too early, even for us.

 

In the middle of all this is the Cathedral St-Front. It’s been rebuilt a number of times over the years, the pineapple capped belfry looking rather out of place. Apparently the layout - a Greek Cross - is unusual in France, but it’s worth going in to to see the massive walnut wood carving in the east bay. If it looks a little gloomy, there’s a box by the side to stick a coin in, and the lights come on.

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Coffee was procured from a bakery - an whole two Euros and forty cents for two Cafe Long’s - basically double espressos - then we returned to the car, but not before stopping to take in some street artists on stilts doing summersaults and stuff. A local copper on his bike was stopping traffic on his bike on route as they made their way around the central thoroughfare. Good fun though I can’t imagine the French motorists, who normally seem so impatient, enjoying it much.

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We’d been parked well over two hours and for that privilege I was relieved of just eighty cents. Once again the two hour lunchtime period was free. In a town centre. It seems Capitalism hasn't got it’s claws into France yet.

On the way back was the village of Bourdeilles, noted again in both the Rough Guide and our information sheet from the site. Okay, it has a chateau and a river so it’s hardly unique but it was a very pretty place. We stopped for a late lunch in a lovely little restaurant nestled in a square to the side of the Chateau. A discrete use of Google Translate ensured we avoided the horse meat. What WAS on the menu - and something you see nearly everywhere in this region both in restaurants and over the counter - is foie gras. Duck is very popular too.

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We paused briefly in Nontron to post some blogs off to their no doubt eager recipients then headed back to the site.

The weather forecasters were promising some cracking weather to come so, we were planning to do little more than lazing around on this lovely site. Sadly, there was to be no cricket to listen too over the weekend as England had already won. Tee hee!

It was mighty cold through the night - inside the ‘van dropped to below ten degrees - and the sun arrived later than originally expected on Saturday. So in the morning we headed to Nontron to have a mooch around a couple of shops before calling at the supermarket.DSC_0121

The rest of the day was very lazy - and very pleasant. In the evening we joined our neighbours Peter & Robert for a drink. Or two. We had a thoroughly enjoyable evening - stayed up too late, drank far too much and probably made too much noise too.

Again, another chilly start Sunday but the mercury soon rose with the appearance of the sun and we did very little other than lounge, laze, snooze and chat. The temperatures peaked at twenty-nine degrees later afternoon, and was still a lovely twenty-four at around eight pm.

So, almost there. It’s been another cracking day here. We stocked up with provisions this morning and had a nice lazy day, packing a few things away in preparation for moving on tomorrow. It’s a relatively short run of about 110 miles and we can’t get on site until two pm, so there is no rush in the morning. The site owners - Georges & Margaret have kindly invited us around for a pre-dinner drink and we’ll be heading off there shortly.

Right, look out for the next blog, as we start back north tomorrow. I can’t believe we’ve been out here a month. Were has the time gone?

As always - a video:

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France Part 6 - The Cost of War

Saturday and it was time to hitch up the old girl again - and in case you’ve come to the blog late I aint talking about the mother-in-law but our caravan - as we continued our trip around France.

We were heading south and east - so away from the coast - and into what we know as the Dordogne region and roughly equivalent to the what the French call Perigord. They should know I suppose. Anyway, to ensure there were no nasty surprises I checked the route suggested by the sat-nav app step by step with the road map prior and all looked good.DSC_0040

And indeed it was. Soon the landscape was changing from the flatlands we had become used to. The road started to undulate gently and there was a noticeable change in the crops too. The sunflowers and maize was slowly being replaced by grapevines. Lovely, grapes are a fruit I guess so count towards your five a day don’t they?

They’d soon disappeared though, to be replaced by trees as we entered the Dordogne - sorry, Perigord region. The sat-nav took us as far as the village of Augignac, then we followed the instructions from the site for the last few miles, the road which seemed to on for ages but was in fact only a couple of miles and we were soon turning into the site - called Manzac Ferme. The journey of 146 miles took around 4 hours, with Rosie returning a credible 28mpg and bringing our total mileage covered since leaving Dieppe to 1380, although Patsy has only covered 546.

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Well, firstly it was one of the friendliest welcomes we’ve received - both from the site owners Georges & Margaret and fellow caravanners. Georges help us position the van on the pitch - It would have gone in easy long ways but made far more sense to go side on - as everyone else had - to make the most of the lovely view. We were extremely grateful - as ever for the motor mover. We got the legs down, the mains hooked up then were given a tour of the site and facilities.

I said firstly earlier. Secondly, this site is a VERY pretty site, possibly one of the prettiest we’ve been on and certainly our favourite in France so far. As you will see from the photo’s caravans sit on the hard standing area, almost like a terrace, and down the slope amongst the trees is the tent area. There are just six pitches for caravans and a similar number for tents. It’s a very friendly, cosy site and very peaceful. Moreover, the facilities look immaculate. And the sun was out!

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Our neighbours introduced themselves - Peter & Robert - a lovely couple who have been together for over fifty years and are on their eighth visit to Manzac Ferme and clearly love it.

There was a quick foray to the Supermarket in Nontron about 10 minutes away to get our fix - bread that is. Oh and some wine too. Got to keep the fruit intake up. Dinner was BBQ’d - and cremated - and we spent a pleasant evening under the canopy chatting to our neighbours.

Well, it couldn’t last could it? Cloudy and and at times wet for most of the Sunday meant I had little excuse not to catch up with the blog. WiFi is provided - free once again - and much better than at the last site meaning no trip out in search of a signal. We did little in the afternoon except laze around and discover that the facilities ARE immaculate - and the showers just divine.

As usual we’d done very little research on the area - so was grateful for the information provided by Margaret & Georges on things to see and do. We decided to start with the furthest away and that was the village of Oradour-sur-Glane some forty or so miles north east. World War Two historians may already have heard of it but for the rest it has a very grim past. Briefly, on 10th June 1944 the Waffen SS  surrounded the village and rounded up everyone - the men into various buildings around the village and the women and children into the church. Machine guns were already in place. The men were shot, doused in accelerant and the buildings set on fire. A smoke bomb was let off in the church and the woman and children were slaughtered as they tried to escape. Corpses were burnt so they couldn't be identified and the whole village was set alight. In all 642 were massacred on that day. Very few survived. It seems that the atrocity was carried out just to ‘make a point’. The invasion at Normandy happened just four days earlier and Hitler's grip on France was clearly weakening.

It was decided that the village should remain just as it was left after that night - and indeed it does. A new village was built along side to the same layout in the fifties.

The above is a very brief explanation of what happened, but the visitors centre gives you much much more, including the rise of Nazism, the occupation of France and attempts to find reasons behind the actions that day, as well as the events following. The displays have English translations and an audio guide is available to rent for just a couple Euro’s. While you don’t have to do the exhibition and can walk straight through to the village, unless you are fully conversant with it’s history, it’s well worth it.

The village itself? Well, peaceful although the mind wanders and tries to imagine what it was like that day. Everyone was respectful and spoke quietly and softly as they walked around, trying to take it all in.

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The new village adjacent was the obvious place to go for lunch and we had a quick look around before the drive back to the site.

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If you find yourself in this neck of the woods I can’t recommend this highly enough. It will fascinate you, shock you, and make you sad and angry too.

For further information:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oradour-sur-Glane

http://www.oradour.org/en

http://www.oradour.info/

Another couple of videos for you:

Manzac Ferme Campsite

Oradour-sur-Glane

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