We make an
early start today despite our wine tasting last night; always a sign of good
wine when you don’t feel broken the next morning! We manage to find the worst aire ever in Ouveillan, thankfully
we’ve only stopped there to empty the poo tank and have a quick bit of brunch,
but even 20 minutes was too long. The access is very narrow, made worse by
construction going on all around the entrance and a semi route barre at the
entrance, but what really tops it off is some total plonker who has parked his camper in the turning
circle. He stands outside his van grinning at everyone who is having to perform
50 point urns around him to get in and out. We’d like to think he’s broken down
– hence his choice of parking spot. We fear that if he hasn’t broken down, he
may well be encountering some serious problems in the near future…. Even Noush
has got no small degree of rage at his stupidity. Resisting the urge to empty
the poo tank in slightly the wrong place we leave. Serenely of course. Jon noticed
he was German and put it down to the football, obviously.
We are off
to Beziers today, or at least that was the plan. When we arrive at the
quay-side aire we are somewhat disappointed. Construction seems to be the order
of the day today and the aire is bang next to a site. Again. It’s not all it’s built
up to be. Ahem. The roads here are
appalling and after half an hour of spine jangling driving we decide that
Beziers can wait and we head towards the coast. Today is not going well, the
aire we’ve ear marked on the coast is not only full, but also rubbish. It must
be rubbish aire day today. After scouting about a bit we decide we need some
pampering and bail into a campsite on Marseillan Plage. This turns out to be a
magnificent decision. We have “tombee dans” Beauregard Plage, direct access to
the beach, shady, private, dog friendly and peaceful. We park up and make a
pact not to move for a few days.
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