16th September 2024

Tongue felt a lot better today, so I was ready to travel.

We packed away and headed North, the wind buffeting us as we drove.  Before I set off, for some unknown reason, I decided to check my tyre pressures, three were at around 3.3 bar, while the driver’s front tyre was at less than 2 bar.  Oops what had happened? A puncture? But I could see no obvious suspects.  Pumped up the tyre to 3.3 and we headed off.  I stopped at a layby after an hour’s driving to check the pressure. Seemed to be fine.

We continued on, and after a few more hours stopped again for lunch and to check the tyre. It still seemed to be OK.

By the by, when I refer to the van’s willy, I mean the drainpipe from the built-in sink. Not sure what else to call it.

The drive was long, there were some roadwork delays that google at one time put in as 20 minutes, thankfully our short stops and long trip allowed for these delays to disappear as we progressed. Lyons was its usual crapness, especially in the bit where the road goes under several buildings.

We arrived at our destination, Camping de la Croix d’Arles near to Saints-Geosmes, in the late afternoon. Checked in for three nights and found ourselves a plot near where we had camped previously.  But, oh no, the loos and showers near us had been closed, so we had to walk more than 240 steps to the open sanitaire block. Luckily the nearby sanitaire had ample washing-up sinks. The restaurant was closed, as was the chip van.

Quite a few Dutch and Germans arrived after us, all staying one night as they were travelling. I presume home.

Ordered bread and croissants for tomorrow.

Supper was cooked, the remainder of the roasted chicken we had a couple of nights before.

The weather was a little breezy, but not too much, allowing us to put up the small awning.