Three days on

It is now Wednesday, 03/09/14 and I am sitting here with the computer on my lap typing this whilst in a most beautiful sea-side resort of St Pair sur Mer. The weather has been beautiful today and there has been many people swimming in the sea and sunbathing on a most picturesque beach. We are parked on an Aire and those of you who do not know what an Aire is then I will explain. An Aire is a place for spending a night in a town for motor-homes with some amenities and our night here will cost us 5 euro or with today’s exchange rate £4.00. There is a very pretty church here and if they ever stop ringing their bells then I will look on it more favourably. I spent part of the afternoon watching a bunch of French men playing Boules. There have been technological advancements since I played Boule outside a French house I was stopping at a long time ago. One old boy had a magnet on a string and he used that to pick up his Boules…..genius!!!!!
Monday we caught the Barfleure and we were on our way by 08.30 and we were entertained for the whole journey by a recently widowed, fairly senior, retired police officer. He was lovely and we felt that we had done him a service by listening to his many lovely tales. We then headed down to Barfleux. What a beautiful town with so much history. We paid to see the tapestry, all 70 metres of it and I photographed the whole thing metre by metre. I did wonder why people kept looking round at me until we got back round to the entrance to see a sign that said that photography was not allowed. At this rate how long will it be before I am carted off by the Gendarmes. We then went to the Museum of the battle of Normandy 1944 which we followed up by visiting the war graves of the British that gave up their lives liberating this area of France. Acres of beautifully laid out gravestones with many un-named stones but all the others had the names and ranks of the fallen with the badges of the regiments each was from and what looked like personal messages from loved ones. Should we acknowledge the sacrifice all these people have made for our country or should we be ashamed of what human beings are capable of? Sorry! I got a bit serious there but that is how I felt.
The first camp site we used was a municipal site and frankly was not up to much but we did give it two days. Sorry ladies but will I ever get used to using urinals which are open for all to see what we are doing. Is it the way the French women keep us blokes in check??? That is all for now and for £4.00 a night we might stop another day and night before heading along to St Malo.

Sorry for the delay but our internet machine ” ne marche pas”  or for those of you with no French, our machine is driving me up the wall and I have to use the local wi-fi which is very slow.

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This is all about our year long meander around Europe in our motor home. It is a way of passing on what is happening, where we are and thoughts on what we have seen or done. Please comment as it is, firstly, nice to know this stuff is being read, and also tell me if there are other things you would like to hear about.

One thought on “Three days on”

  1. I paid good money to the Marie of St. Pair Sur Mer for them to greet you with ‘Frere Jack’ and ‘non je ne regrette rien’ on the church bells! Such ingratitude 😉

    Sounds picturesque ‘ taking the Aire’ and since they fitted the security cameras in the urinal Francais we can at least check that you are looking ok. Paul’s only concern was a slight left-lean in your aim that he worries could affect your driving!

    Elaine, we are in the ringwood and fordingbridge news this week and lots of positive feedback. Take care with all that pleine aire x sara

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