Month: October 2022

Saturday 15^th October 2022 Montreuil sur Mer to Wimereux 28 miles

It was a lovely stay in Montreuil sur Mer, very peaceful and quiet and the town was very pleasant. Today we are not planning on going far, in fact, for the rest of this week, our journeys will be short. We are up in this area earlier than we expected and with the French fuel crisis on we will be making short hops now until we get into Belgium and then home.

It’s a miserable morning this morning. It’s raining. It’s that rain that sounds like it’s on forever, a constant drizzle. There is a service point here so we dump our grey water and move on. Today we are going to the seaside town of Wimereux which is south of Calais by about 30 odd kilometers, so not far to go. As we make our way the wind builds up, very much so. By the time we arrive at the municipal campsite in Wimereux the wind is blowing very hard. On the upside, the rain has eased off so we take the opportunity to walk into the town.

The tide is out and it’s very windy, it doesn’t stop the surfer, kite borders, and windsurfers though, they are out in force. It’s a nice little town, very clean and tidy and we can imagine that it’s popular with the locals in the summer. The visibility is excellent and we can make out the white cliffs of Dover 20 odd miles off in the distance.

We walk around the town and finally fall into a little place for lunch. It’s the restaurant of a small boutique hotel and is quite charming, warm, and cozy. We try some local stuff. Hayley goes for fish and chips which is very popular here. Contrary to popular belief, fish and chips came from Portugal, this part of France loves it so Hayley gives it a go. Del tries a “Welsh”, bread soaked in beer with cheese and ham sprinkled over it then roasted to a very high temperature with an egg dolloped on the top. French Welsh Rarebit. A very tasty lunch which is finished with two scoops of ice cream floating in champagne. Excellent.

Back at the van, the wind has really picked up. We are getting rocked about, and soon after we are hit with sharp, heavy rain falls, very ugly and separated with glorious sunshine, so much so we get a double rainbow… Nice

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Sunday 16^th October 2022 Wimereux to St Omer 34 miles

We are into our last week now, and home on Friday. Today we are doing another short drive east inland to St Omer. On the way there we will stop at a museum, this one is called the Blockhouse d’Eperlecques. Well, this is something else. In the early 40s, while it was all still kicking off, Hitler was encouraging his scientists to build a rocket system that could be aimed at the UK. So they came up with a launch system capable of launching 36 V2 rockets a day. They would all be prepared and launched from the Blockhouse d’Eperlecques in France. Fortunately, it never fired a single rocket, as the allies got wind of its construction and heavily bombed it. When you enter the museum most of it is forest and woodland which is lined with old trucks and weapons. Once you turn around a corner and into a clearing you are presented with one of the biggest concrete structures ever, this thing is just enormous, your mouth just drops open at the size of this sinister construction, a construction that was built to launch deadly rockets at the UK. The whole project is like something out of a James Bond movie.

We spend nearly 2 hours at the place, very interesting and quite spectacular and impressive. The lengths the Germans went to are just unbelievable. If you are ever in this area of France, visiting or passing through, then go here, you won’t regret it. Have a look at the website to get the full flavor of what this place is all about.

Soon we are on our way to St. Omer. The weather is quite pleasant, a change from yesterday. We are going to a free ‘aire’ for the night. A very nice drive, but we have to turn back soon after leaving the museum. There is no mention on the road that there is a tunnel, and that it’s only 2m high. The only sign we see is NO BUSES. A quick bit of jiggling and reversing and multipoint turns and we are finally off in the right direction.

We arrive at St. Omer. A nice place and a nice overnight stop. There are a few vans here so we won’t be alone. Parked up and secure, we walk into town which is quite vibrant, even on a Sunday. Again we fall into a nice little place for lunch, a heavy lunch. This falling into places for lunch has become a habit this past week or two. Not complaining.

A slow walk back to the van with two cakes bought from the local cake shop. They know how to do cake shops in France.

It’s getting cooler and just as we get settled in, the rain starts. Well, that was excellent timing. It’s the kind of rain though that sounds like it’s on for the night. Oh well, we’ve had a good day at a worthwhile museum, a walkabout, and a good lunch. Vive la France!

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Monday 17^th October 2022 St Omer, France to Poperinge, Belgium 30 miles

Our pitch in St. Omer last night was free, the pay-point at the entrance didn’t work so we saved a staggering 5 euros, not that we didn’t want to pay, far from it. The downside to the place was that it was located was right next to the railway line, being a Sunday yesterday it wasn’t too busy except that during the night, at least twice there were some very long and very noisy freight trains that came through and really did shake the earth. You could feel the van vibrate as the trains went over each join in the track.

No matter, it wasn’t too bad, but again we have woken up to a bit of a soggy morning. Today we are going back to Belgium to an old favorite of ours, a working farm that accommodates motorhomes and caravans called Stal t’ Bardhof. Located in Westvleteren, Belgium, it’s a nice place to stay, a bit rustic in parts but it is a working farm, the welcome is friendly and there is everything we need there, oh and they have a fabulous collection of Belgian beers.

Jess is filthy, however, but really filthy. She looks like she has been in the Paris-Dakar races, mud all up the side of her, the worst she has been.

We find a fuel station, which is busy and only has diesel, so we are lucky and at the same place is an excellent car/van wash. I think it’s been mentioned before, but the French do know how to do a good car wash. After 20 minutes she looks new again Sparkling.

We set off for the farm but once we cross Belgium the roads are wet and muddy, there has been some heavy rain here and there is still a lot of local flooding. After about 20 to 30 minutes we arrive at the farm and are welcomed by our host Inge, who recognises Del. (Well she’s only human…). Jess is again filthy and muddier than she was before her wash. We pitch up next to a fenced-off pond that has a small area next to it with about 5 pygmy goats.

They are cute and come to see us. They are very tame and we spend some time with them before having lunch at the farm which is tremendous. We have some good strong Belgian beer with local homemade ‘Stoovelees’ which is basically a Belgian beef stew. It’s wonderful, served with fries and a salad. The plates are left clean.

The rest of the afternoon we spend on Jess, it’s a bit cold and damp but eventually, we get some coats on and go for a walk. The walks around here a great, especially after a big lunch!

Back at Jess, we find that one of the goats has died, which was quite upsetting as we were only just fussing them all on our arrival. No idea why, the poor thing was found lying on its side and was unceremoniously scooped up and put in a wheelbarrow. A sobering afternoon.

No dinner tonight. Tomorrow we may go back to France.

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Tuesday 18^th October 2022 Poperinge, Belgium to Bray Dunes, France 21 miles

We are all over the place this week. In and out of France and Belgium. Today we are going back to France to a small town called Bray Dunes. It’s right on the coast so we can get some sea air and a good walk in. It’s only a short drive so as usual, we have a long breakfast with bread brought in by the farm. It’s a lovely autumn morning, cool and foggy with the sun trying to break through.

We like it here, it’s probably our 5th visit. This time however there was a dog problem. Barking dogs, late at night and again first thing in the morning. We don’t understand this dog thing, leaving them outside overnight in all weathers, letting them bark, and doing nothing about it. Odd. It’s hardly a guard dog if no one finds out why it’s barking!

We say goodbye to Inge our lovely farm host, after telling her about the dogs, for which she apologises. The fog has lifted a little, the sun is bright and the blue sky is appearing. It’s a lovely day.

We arrive at Bray Dunes, in France, on the coast, get settled, and take a nice walk in the sun to the beach.

It’s very nice here, the beach is very long, goes on for miles. People are out in the sun walking and walking their dogs (hopefully to wear them out so they don’t bark tonight). We are in search of a lunch and it’s not too long before we find one. Del has a vat of mussels and fries, and Hayley a Steak.

The dessert was a wonderful collection of small desserts and a coffee, known in these parts as a ‘Cafe Gourmand’.

After such a handsome lunch we take to the beach for a longish stroll. The tide is out and it just looks so vast.

It’s Hayley’s birthday tomorrow, so we are going to De Panne which is back in Belgium. De Panne is also on the coast, we visited there on our last trip 6 months ago. The reason we are going there again is that there is a fun fair there called “Plopsaland” which has one of the world’s best rides there called “The Ride to Happiness”. Del of course will be holding the bag. Again… To celebrate her birthday tomorrow a bottle of Champagne is opened and we have a glass or two in the afternoon sun next to Jess.

Again no dinner tonight, full of steak and mussels, and now champagne. Well, what else is there to do on a Tuesday?

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Wednesday 19^th October 2022 Bray Dunes to Ypres miles (via De Panne)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAYLEY…!

Today is Hayley’s birthday and today we are going to…? An amusement park. Yes, Hayley’s love of theme parks and fast rollercoasters has not diminished since rediscovering them back in America 3 years ago. So today we are going to Plopsaland De Panne Belgium. It’s quite a popular place but it’s famous for having one of the world’s most exciting and highly rated rides called The Ride to Happiness, which is an extreme spinning coaster. We are up earlier than normal as she wants to be first in the line. It’s a short 15-minute drive, we get parked up and you can’t see her for dust! Del is doing his usual thing of carrying the bag, which he does very well.

The weather is good today, it’s been raining for the past few days so it’s good that today we have some sunshine for Hayley’s day. Very happy about that. We are in the park by 10 am.

One of the main rides is down today but the important one is working. Hayley gets 8 rides on it, with some rests in between – well she is getting on a bit now, though not the oldest in the queue as a guy in his late 60s, who sits next to her, has ridden it 875 times.

At 4:00 pm Hayley has decided that she has had enough having done about 12 rides on everything in total, so we head for Jess and set off for the lovely town of Ypres. We have stayed here before on our last trip and would recommend it highly. The campsite is charming with a warm welcome and we get a nice pitch for our short stay here. Tonight is a birthday dinner in the town of Ypres itself. We know a lovely restaurant there tucked away in the corner of the town square which is a short walk from the campsite.

Del buys Hayley a small box of assorted Belgian chocolates and then it’s off to eat. Eat we do, it is a smashing dinner. Pork on the bone with Bearnaise sauce, Del has an excellent rare steak.

Excellent food and drink and a lovely evening which ended with the daily gathering under the Menin Gate and the playing of the Last Post for the fallen of WW1.

A great day and lovely evening for Hayley’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Hayley…

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Thursday 20^th October 2022 Ypres Bray-Dunes 27 miles

We loved our night in Ypres. It’s a new discovery for us this year, recommended to us by a campsite owner in De Panne on our last trip. It’s a lovely place and we really do like being there. Time to move on though as we have work to do. First, we need to stock up with a good hearty collection of Belgian beers, then we need to cross back into France and stock up with an equally hearty collection of French wines as we are going home tomorrow.

We are heading for the town of Poperinge which is not too far from Ypres but we do have to brave some of the atrocious Belgian roads. In the main they are ok, but there are some that are real boneshakers. Rough. Very rough. We arrive at the supermarket where we know they have a separate section of popular beers. After 20 minutes or so we leave with quite a generous booty of beers, they are all beers that we have tried and enjoyed and now we are well stocked up, for a fortnight at least!

We now want to cross the border again back into France, this time to get some wine. Instead of a supermarket, Hayley has found a wine superstore that’s very popular with European truck drivers, indeed when we arrive the car park is full of trucks. Inside the store, it is an Aladdin’s cave of French and New World wines. It’s a good shop, we even find glasses for our favorite Belgian beers. Beers in Belgium all have their own glasses, there is a good reason. The shape and size of the glass help in the taste of the beer. A bit like the different glasses for wines etc. The mixture of the liquid and the amount of air makes all the difference, so we are told anyway.

We buy 24 bottles of red wine and a small selection of glasses for our beer collection. All stocked up and weighed down, we need to find, again, another car wash. Jess is filthy. The part of Belgium that we have been in recently is very agricultural which means the tractors and other farm machinery are dragging mud everywhere and there has been some heavy rain so on some occasions there has been a soup of mud to drive through. We find a car wash and Jess gets a good clean down for going home, her second in two weeks! Costing a fortune to keep this thing clean! It’s a good car wash, like all French car washes. There is a machine where you can spray the inside of your car with perfume, 4 to choose from. We decline that one.

Stocked up with beer and wine it’s time to find our penultimate night’s stay. First, we think we will stay in Dunkirk, so we head there. We decide that we are not really mad about Dunkirk, it’s a town, a busy town, an industrial town, from what we see, so we decide to move on. We would like a stop that is no more than 45 to 60 minutes drive to Calais, our ferry is at 09:05, and we don’t want to be up super early and have a long drive, so we decide to go back to Bray-Dunes, the place we stayed at just 2 days ago. It’s a nice town, the stop is new and clean, we know it and it’s only 45 minutes to Calais.

After a short drive, we arrive at the town of Bray-Dunes, with a van full of drinks but she’s also nice and clean. Once we get settled we do a little bit of de-preparation, not much but it just helps to make life easy when we get back home. Hayley looks for a place for dinner tonight so at 6 pm we are off for a walk. It’s a lovely late afternoon, not too cold, sunny, finally and it’s just nice.

The restaurant we are aiming for is closed, in fact, every restaurant is closed, a Thursday night in Bray-Dunes, and nowhere is open for eating… except one We finally stumble on the only one that is open. Looks OK, and the reviews are good so we go inside. We left having had a splendid dinner. Hayley had mussels and fries, a local and popular dish in this area, Del has a Flanders Stew. Both are delicious. A great dinner for our last night. Good food in a nice place. Back at the van, we have an early night. Up early tomorrow, 06:15 am…!

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Friday 21^st October 2022 Bray Dunes to home 215 miles

Our last morning, for this trip anyway, on Jess. Brutally woken up by our phone alarm clocks at 6:15 am, it’s still dark! We get up and have a coffee, clean up the last bits and pieces and set off. Once on the motorway, a free one this time, it’s getting busy already, very busy, mainly with trucks. France is alive with trucks.

It’s an uneventful 45-minute drive to the port of Calais. After a quick and easy check-in, a ticket, and two passport checks from the French and then the English, we are in the line for our boarding.

It’s not very busy this morning on this crossing, very quiet which is nice.

We are quite hungry this morning so we make haste for the restaurant for a traditional English breakfast at the staggering sum of 12 pounds each!!!! Staggering. Del thought it was very uninspiring. It’s a pleasant morning, a nice flat sea, with light clouds. Not bad.

We have never seen a cross-channel ferry so empty, it’s great to be on, almost like we have the whole ship to ourselves. Our ferry ends with a few purchases from the duty-free before disembarkation.

20 minutes outside Dover and we hit a ten-minute traffic jam. Surely we are doing things wrong in the UK, 5 weeks in Europe over 4 countries, and not a single traffic jam, heavy traffic yes, but they keep it moving and keep the road works short. Here, back home, they close miles and miles of motorway, slap a 50mph speed limit, and leave it like that with nothing happening. It’s depressing.

We drive in and out of heavy showers and arrive at Portsmouth very early for our ferry, 2 and a half hours early. Sadly we can’t get on but they do get us on an earlier ferry than we are supposed to be on so we are quite pleased about that.

Finally, we pull up to our house to start the unloading. As usual, it is big, with wine, beer, clothes, and all the other bits we have taken with us.

Once again another excellent outing with Jess which took us to northern Spain, Portugal, France, and Belgium. We loved all of it. We will certainly be going back to northern Spain and Portugal, despite its cobbled roads. France and Belgium are always interesting. This time we saw a lot of stuff from WW2, interesting stuff though which made us think and talk about the whole thing, and the state of the current world like the UK and Europe “cost of living crisis” with strikes and demonstrations. Everything was more expensive than our last trip to Europe, everyone is affected by whatever is going on around the world. We are not alone. Despite all of that though we still had a great time. Europe is a wonderful place to tour, a place we will go to time and time again and will always find something new and interesting.

We are not sure what our next tip will be. We have been talking about Scandinavia. We did have a good long trip planned there a couple of years ago but Covid put those plans on the back boiler.

Again we would like to thank all our friends and family for following us. We do this just for fun and to share what we are up to and we love hearing from you. So until the next one, we would like to wish you all good health and happiness and encourage you “to get out there…”

Best wishes and much love Del, H & Jess.

Saturday 8th October 2022 Ile de Re to Savenay 125 miles

The mornings are starting to have a bit of a chill about them now. Saying that it’s still bright, the sun’s out and we have a clear blue sky. We enjoyed it here on the Ile de Re, it’s a very nice, if expensive, place but we will be back someday.

Today we are continuing our journey north to a free place on the river Loire where there is an old lock and a small museum of old steam engines. As usual, we set off late and we find ourselves on another French motorway with a toll.

After paying a 12 euro toll we arrive at our destination. France is a big country and when you look at a map it’s surprising how very little progress we have made. Two and something hours later we arrive at a lake with some campers already here, but we decide that it’s not really for us so we set off to a campsite in Savenay. Or do we? Hmm not sure. We leave and come back again. Then leave. No, it’s not for us. We have been driving for over three hours so we have had enough.

Hayley introduces herself at the campsite where a very friendly lady tells her where we can pitch up and make ourselves comfortable.

It’s a lovely day, it’s still a bit warm in the late afternoon sun, so we take advantage of it and get the chairs out and sit in the sun with a glass of very nice red wine.

Dinner tonight will be all French. Steak with dauphinoise potatoes, pepper sauce, and a salad, helped along with the remainder of a lovely Bordeaux.

It really doesn’t get much better than this. Hayley then reads a couple of stories from a French magazine called Nous Deux. It has photo-strip stories that are a good way to improve her French as she reads Del the stories in English. They are always a bit spicy or scandalous, good fun which makes us laugh either because of the ropey translation or the storyline. It doesn’t matter which, it’s better than TV.

The campsite is very quiet and peaceful, perfect for a good night’s sleep. We hope.

Tomorrow we may stay another night or, better still, make our way up to the coast of Brittany.

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Sunday 9^th October 2022 Saveney to Sables d’or les Pins 130 miles

We woke up a bit tired today. We were pestered by mosquitoes all of last night and we both got bitten. It was a restless night.

It’s another chilly morning this morning. We have a longish drive today, we are going to the Baie du Mont St Michel. A couple of hundred miles away from the bay, as the crow flies are the Channel Islands. For the first time on this trip, we have breakfast and are packed and gone by 10 am. We want to be at our next destination early so that we can take advantage of the day and do some cycling.

No motorways today for a change. Instead, it’s a collection of different roads from excellent duel carriageways to dodgy narrow, pot-holed roads. We finally arrive in Les pins at a very nice campsite just out of town which is cheap, has everything we need, and has good cycling. Once we get settled in the bikes are off the back, helmets on and we are away. The weather has warmed up some and it’s a lovely day.

We manage a mere 5 miles, which is not bad really considering that we haven’t been able to do much because of Del’s dodgy foot. It’s miles better now, but there is still a little pain and it’s still swollen, so something is going on there.

Once we get back to Jess, we are pleased and feel quite invigorated after our cycle. It’s a beautiful day so we spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sun, Hayley does some reading while Del…..cleans!

Today we get some laundry done and a bit of van cleaning and Hayley does the toilet!

A smashing dinner tonight of homemade Quesadillas, filled with tuna, cheese, and red peppers with a salad.

Movie night tonight. The first on this trip. Tonight’s film was called “Nothing to Hide” A french film about a bunch of friends at dinner who throw their mobile phones into the center of the table and they have to listen to the messages and calls that come in. The consequences of which are devastating. An excellent highly recommended film on Netflix…

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Monday 10^th October 2022 Sables d’or les Pins to Roz Sur Couesnon 48 Miles

Well, the weather has finally broken today. It’s very grey and rain is forecast, heavy rain. We shall see. We are going to a nice campsite today that has a very good restaurant doing local food and drink, so we will give it a go. Mixed road conditions today, some very good, some, well, not so great. A good journey all the same despite the sudden bursts of rain.

We arrive at the site which is quite charming, and well laid out with all the facilities needed for a comfortable stay. We try the restaurant out with a crepe, very popular here in the Brittany area, and this one is very tasty, flambeed at the table with Grand Marnier. We also have a small bottle of local beer which is excellent.

Not much happening today. The rain is off and on so we stay in Jess. Del does some work for a job in April!! Hayley does some research and loose planning for our final week.

Dinner is booked for 7:00 pm and it is soon upon us, so it’s a quick shower, fresh clothes, and a small aperitif of Ricard before doing the 30-second walk to the restaurant. It’s very nice, we get the same table that we had for our afternoon crepe.

So, Hayley has sardine rillettes, served in a quirky sardine tin with some thin bread, followed by the local burger where instead of a burger bun it comes served in a crepe. There is a pattern here! Desert was the local Far Breton, which is an egg and custard cake with fruit in the bottom. Fabulous.

Del has 6 oysters with a delicious onion and vinegar sauce, followed by a very rare steak with a small local cheese board which is delicious.

A fine dinner in a fine restaurant, a little on the expensive side, but we ate and drank well.

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Tuesday 11^th October 2022 Roz Sur Couesnon to Mont St Michel 6 miles

Today we are going to the famous tidal island of Mont St Michel. This is the one that looks like a Disney castle plonked in the middle of the sea. Built-in the 10^th century it is one of France’s most visited places, so we are looking forward to that.

We get fresh pastries delivered to the van today that arrive in the largest bag!

Guess they ran out of normal bags? The weather is better today with clear blue skies and sunshine. It is certainly getting colder, 14 degrees today mid-morning which is the coldest morning yet. After our typical French breakfast, which, as usual, is leisurely, we set off for Mont St. Michel via a supermarket for a bit of a stock-up.

The drive is lovely, twisting through the French countryside surrounded by green fields. In the distance, we spot an old windmill, really old and it’s working.

We turn off and take the narrowest of roads to it to arrive just in time for them to switch it off and lock up for lunch. Brilliant.

Back on the road again and soon we see Mont St. Michel. It is the strangest thing. It does look like a rather large model. We are heading for a camping aire which is 12 euros for 24 hours. There are acres and acres of parking space, half of which is now closed as it’s the end of the season. Motorhomes have their own car park. We choose a space among the other vans, lock up and take the free bus to the place we have come to see.

On the short bus journey, you can get a better view of the abbey which is quite spectacular.

The tide is out but when we say out we mean out! The tide here goes out for what looks like miles and being a spring tide it’s even further out. The tide has a rise and fall of over 12 meters today and apparently comes in so fast you would not be able to outwalk it, so it’s very dangerous.

Inside the walls of Mont St. Michel it’s busy and this is October, the car parks are almost empty so heaven knows how crowded this place gets in the peak of the summer.

We have a walk around and decide that it is better to see it from the outside rather than the inside.

We elect not to go into the abbey itself as it’s so busy and they want 11 euros each to go inside. Amen!

We find a place that does a set lunch menu, it’s very local and very tasty. Del tries the famous Mont St. Michel omelette which is the lightest omelette ever as the eggs are whisked into a fine mousse and then filled with crème fraiche. Very different, very nice.

We walk back to the van, which is quite a walk, but after the lunch, we have just had we need it. Back at Jess we sit in the afternoon soon and have a nap. Not done that in a while.

We want to see the tide coming in at the island so this time we use the bikes, it’s a lovely evening and we arrive just in time to see a sunset. Very nice.

It looks and feels very autumnal. We are watching for the change in the water as the tide is now coming in and sure enough, we can see what is called tidal bore a tide that is so fast that it creates a wave that people with kayaks and stand-up paddle boarders come to ride, and we are lucky to witness half a dozen people doing it. The tide is fast, it’s racing in as we watch the miles of sand quickly disappearing. It is considered one of nature’s wonderful phenomenons and we saw it. We would like to have stayed longer but it’s getting dark and cold just as quickly.

We cycle back and have a late dinner and an early night. A great day.

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Wednesday 12^th October 2022 Mont St Michel to Utah beach 89 Miles

It was a good night’s sleep last night. We’ve not slept very well for the past three nights so it was good to wake up feeling better. Today we are setting off for the Normandy coast, Utah Beach to be precise, one of the beaches that were part of the Normandy landings in 1944, a turning point in the war.

After breakfast we set off, we need diesel. Hayley has found out that there is a strike in France for oil refinery workers. It has been going on for a while now with no end in sight.

There are no queues as such at the petrol stations, yet, but what we did find today is that diesel is now 2 euros and 5 cents, which is more expensive than in the UK, in fact by the time you factor in the exchange rate, etc. it’s a couple of pence short of 2 quid a litre. Mad. We have no choice. We fill up and hope that we can get enough diesel to get us over the Belgian border next week as the strike here in France is slowly starting to bite with the government starting to prioritise emergency services.

The drive is excellent, it’s a lovely day. More bad news though. Today could be the last day of good weather. It’s set to rain tomorrow for 10 days. We shall see. We arrive at a Pass etapes site. A cheap and cheerful site where you can get fresh water, empty your tanks and hook up to electricity for under 12 euros, and it’s close to Utah Beach. We waste no time and lock up Jess and do the 1km walk to the Utah Beach Museum.

We have been to this area before on a trip a few years ago and visited Omaha Beach. There are 5 beaches that were involved in the D-Day landings, SWORD, OMAHA, GOLD, JUNO, and UTAH.

Utah Beach is where the American troops landed and it has an excellent museum, for 8 euros you get into what we think, is one of the best museums on the subject. We spend a good two hours there. Lots to see and read and a cinema. Being out of season it isn’t crowded so it’s great to be there.

At just after 4 pm we decide to get back to Jess, so we go back via the beach itself. It is so hard to imagine what went on here on June 6th, 1944. Today the beaches are beautiful, long, and clean. The sea is calm and the sun is bright. Back then it was just a day of death and destruction, with so many young men losing their lives. It really is a time to reflect and remember what went on here. Today the beach is used by everyone, from people riding horses, walking dogs, or just enjoying a day out.

Back at the van, we sit outside with a nice cold beer. We can feel a change in the air. We can see the clouds slowly rolling in from the sea and the wind it picking up and getting stronger. Time to go inside. Maybe this rainy weather is going to be with us tonight.

Tomorrow we are going to a place we have been to before and really enjoyed, the town of Bayeux. We all know what that’s famous for now don’t we…?

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Thursday 13th October 2022 Utah beach to Bayeux 36 miles

Well, it has finally happened. Heavy rain was forecast to arrive at 5 am and sure enough at 5:30 am we are woken by the rain hammering on the roof of the van. It’s loud. It eases for a while allowing us to get an extra couple of hours of sleep.

Once we get up and get the coffee on, we open the curtains to find a dark grey sky and light rain. Yuk! We have been lucky with the weather though, since we left we have had excellent weather so even though it’s miserable we don’t mind too much. We have breakfast, clean up and do a full van service before setting off to the city of Bayeux.

After a very nice short ride and we arrive at a fantastic campsite, with beautifully manicured grounds, and friendly staff who give us a space. Brilliant facilities here. Lovely.

We don’t hang about, so we lock up the van and take the short walk into Bayeux. A very pleasant and picturesque walk along the river brings us straight into the middle of town which is charming. The streets have a wonderful selection of shops and restaurants, great for just browsing.

We have been here before but we missed this part of the town so it’s great to come back here and discover more of this fantastic place. We make our way to the cathedral of Notre Dame which is just stunning, with lots of bright stained glass windows.

Most of the cathedral has undergone renovation over the past couple of years and it looks great.

We are now on the search for lunch, we finally settle on a place in a hotel called Le Garde Manger. A charming little restaurant where we get settled into a fine lunch. We only have two courses today. Hayley has a Chicken Supreme in a Norman sauce and dauphinoise potatoes. It’s just amazing. A fantastic rich sauce. Del goes for the Steak Tartar (raw) with fries and salad.

We both have the same dessert which is an Ile Flottante, which is a very fine whisked, light meringue that floats on a light base of cold custard, absolutely amazing. Really… This is all helped along with a carafe of Merlot.

The bill comes and we are surprised at how reasonable it is for such a fine, generous lunch in the middle of Bayeux. It would cost you more in a Harvester!

Full of the best lunch out we have had in a while, and we have had many, we make our way to see the Bayeux Tapestry. With no queue, we walk straight in to look at the tapestry. We have seen it before, a couple of years ago, but you can’t come here without seeing it. It was better than we remembered, brilliant. The audio guide is fantastic and looking at this 900-year-old bit of sewing is just amazing. Hayley points out that today is the eve of the battle of Hastings 956 years ago! Wow!

We take a gentle walk back to Jess and settle in for the evening, no dinner. What a great day today. Really enjoyed it.

Staying on the war theme, tomorrow we are going to The D-Day Experience. Should be good.

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Friday 14^th October 2022 Bayeux to Montrueil 194 miles

It’s a miserable damp day today. It has rained gently all night. Everything is wet and muddy. No matter, Del trots off to the reception to collect some breakfast pastries which go down well with the coffee. A week today we will be in the UK and heading home. Also today, 956 years ago, the battle of Hastings took place.

We finish breakfast, clean up and do a full van service. It’s really wet, grey, and miserable but when you are filling your van up with fresh water in Bayeux who cares about the weather?

Today we have half a tank of diesel and we have a long way to go so we best do a fill-up. Hayley has been keeping an eye on the French news. There has been an oil refinery workers strike here for weeks now with no end in sight. 6 out of 7 refineries are closed so fuel is starting to get short. We were aware of it but today we will get a taste of it and what’s to come!

We head for a petrol station but they have just closed. No fuel. Oh. We consult the map and head for another one. Closed. We pass 4 stations all closed or out of diesel. Oh, dear… After much discussion we decide that it might be best to forget hanging around in France too long and try and get as far north as we can, the north is where the problem is worse, great. We also figure that we might stand a better chance getting fuel on the toll roads as people are less likely to pay tolls to get fuel, so we change or plan within an hour and we are now heading for a motorway north in the hope we can get fuel if we can’t then we could end up stranded in France. We could think of worse places, but we do need to get home.

Sure enough, as our fuel gauge passes below halfway, we pull into a motorway service station that has fuel. Whew! We fill up, so much that we do end up slightly overfilling. Oops! No matter, we are full of diesel as we set off again. We get a good hour or two under our belts and soon the fuel gauge is reading just above half again. We get off the motorway and try and fill up again, no chance. No diesel, so it’s back on the motorway and we find a petrol station selling diesel only, but, at an eye-popping 2 euros and 33 cents or £2.03p a litre!!! The most that we have ever paid for fuel ever!!! It’s mad. We need the fuel so we have no option but to pay.

Hayley has worked out that we now have enough fuel to go up to Belgium near the border as planned and then enough to get us on the ferry and into the UK next Friday. We have effectively cut out a few days further south because of the fuel shortages here and the need to get the miles under our belts and then fill up before there’s no fuel left at all. It’s bad and getting worse. We are on course now for a small town called Montreuil, to a free overnight stop. Good. We have spent 30 euros on tolls and a staggering 97 euros on diesel! Tired and a bit fed up we arrive at the free stop and find that there are two places left, we bag one just in time. Parked up we have an ice-cold Ricard, we feel we need it.

Once rested and settle in, we decide to take a walk into the town.

It’s well worth it. It’s a lovely place, a charming typical French town, full of lovely shops and restaurants. Beautiful. We look for somewhere for dinner but decide to go back to Jess and have dinner and an early night there instead. On the way home, we find a fromagerie or cheese shop.

It’s an Aladdin’s cave of cheese served by three lovely smiley ladies. What a place. A friendly local talks about cheese and how there are over 2000 different cheeses in France. We buy 2…

Back at the van, it’s a smashing simple dinner with our tasty, smelly cheese and wine. Brilliant. Early night, bed by 9:30…

Saturday 1^st October 2022 Valladolid to La Poblacion 119 miles

We had a lovely day yesterday in Valladolid however the night was a bit noisy, a few noisy drunks had gathered nearby and just made a right old racket until dawn! No matter, it was a good stay and we think that last night was just a one-off. We do a quick van service and set off towards the north of the country.

The drive is wonderful, this part of Spain is almost flat, dry and arid with lots of ‘flattened mountains” in the distance, quite spectacular. We stop en route at a service station.

At this point, we have to say that the main European service stations are just the best. They are in the main, clean, not too busy, with a great selection of food on offer, all made on the premises. Compare that to a UK service station that’s dirty, over-crowded, and just full of high street chains offering sub-standard fare at inflation-busting prices. There is nothing great about a UK service station that has a Costa, M&S, and a Greggs!

Today we are going to where the river Ebro starts its journey. The Ebro flows through Spain to the east and pops out into the Med 100 miles south of Barcelona, that’s a long way. When we had the boat we used to sail around the Ebro delta so to be where it starts its journey is quite good for us.

Hayley finds an excellent free spot that has all the facilities except electricity, so we head for a small town called La Poblacion. It has limited spaces so there is a backup plan at hand. Fortunately, when we arrive there are plenty of spaces, already though there are three other Brit vans. We pick our spot and get settled in. Nice.

A British couple arrives and parks nearby. Liz and Simon are in a small van like us and soon we are talking and exchanging travel stories. A very nice couple from Devon. We get our bikes off the back of Jess and bid Liz and Simon farewell and head off for a good cycle ride.

We make our way to the reservoir of the Ebro and we are shocked at how low it is. It’s really bad, we estimate that it’s about 10 to 15 feet lower than it should be. You can see the dried-out land at the circumference of the lake. It’s so bad that some of it have turned to pasture and cattle are now grazing on it.

For the first time in a very long long time, we stop at a cafe on the way back and have a cold Coke. If you don’t drink that stuff very often then have one with ice in a glass it is like nectar. Delicious. Helmets back on and back to Jess.

We get settled back in and soon Liz and Simon are back from their bike ride. There is an empty space between us so we get our chairs out and sit chatting over a glass or two of wine. We enjoy their company, so much so we invite them to a little “light tea”. We get our table out and lay it with fresh prawns, Spanish ham, cheese, alioli, and salad. It’s quite a spread.

We provide the food and Liz and Simon provide ample amounts of wine. We have been outside a couple of hours now and it’s starting to chill over.

We invite them to our van for coffee and a nightcap. Liz provides some excellent homemade ginger biscuits and parkin. We are tucked up in Jess and have a lovely evening ending at just before 11. What a great day and what great company.

We clean up and set for bed…

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Sunday 2nd October 2022 La Poblacion to El Puente 70 miles

What a night! We are in such a lovely place and had a great day and evening but overnight was without a doubt the worst ever for barking dogs!!!! It was unbelievable, all night about 6 dogs from the area just barked all night echoing off the hills. You might get a ten-minute break before they would all start again.

We are a bit tired today and we are making our way further north toward the Basque country. Today we are going to a small, new and cheap campsite in a town called El Puente (The Bridge). The drive is amazing.

Spectacular views of green mountains which do look stunning in the distance as the roads carve through them.

We are quite high up, starting at over 1000m, and the road down is a bit scary with a 13% drop, so your brakes take a bit of a hammering no matter how low a gear you are in. Thankfully we are going down, going up would eat your fuel! The views on the other hand are spectacular.

An hour and a half later we arrive and are welcomed by a very friendly Spanish guy, who shows us where we can go and leaves us to it while he goes off for his lunch. The weather is warm and sunny so we get our chairs out and sit in the afternoon sun. Minding our own business a chap staying on the site, with other campers, approaches us with a plate of Jamon (Spanish cured ham) and offers us some. It is delicious. We thank him and watch where he goes.

His mate has a full leg of pig in a traditional “Spanish leg of ham vice” and is expertly carving it.

It seems there are a few vans here that all know each other and are having lunch together. Again the same guy passes and offers us some more as well as a quick lesson in Basque. Which is nice.

The village is just a short walk, 4 minutes, so off we go. There is not much here really except for a group of people that are here having a drink with their parrot. Why not? We set back off to Jess for a light evening snack and to bed. Hopefully without the dogs this time…

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Monday 3^rd October 2022 El Puente to Zumaia 77 miles

Compared to Saturday night, last night was excellent. No dogs! Whew. A good night’s sleep. No breakfast today as we are going past Bilbao, deep into the Basque country to look for lunch. Another excellent drive which is again very hilly surprises us. Spain is the second highest (average height) country in Europe, surpassed only by Switzerland. Bet you didn’t know that. The roads are in good condition and despite the ups and downs, twists and turns it’s very enjoyable. It’s warm and getting humid.

The campsite is very nice, just outside a scruffy industrial estate and up a hill, however, all you see from your pitch are hills, it’s lovely.

We take a walk along the river to the town in search of lunch. We are in the Basque country, who are fierce about independence from Spain so much so they have a rather bloody past. ETA were considered the most deadly and feared terrorists in Europe. Those days are over but they are strong nationalists with their own language and culture. They can speak “Castellano” or the Spanish spoken in the rest of the country, but all the signs are “local”.

We have a good walk and stumble upon a restaurant in the small nearby town that does a menu of the day. We go totally native. Del has a local tuna and potato stew. Hayley has a salad. Then for the main course, meatballs for Del and a regional favorite of baby squid in its black ink for Hayley. Very brave, but very, very tasty. Dessert was a local cake followed by coffee.

It’s a truly wonderful lunch and all for 30 euros for the lot! Blimey.

Full of local food and wine, we make our way back along the river, back to the van for an afternoon in the setting sun, and later with a cup of tea as the sun finally sets. It’s a lovely place here, very quiet, hopefully.

Tomorrow we are moving to France and to Biarritz.

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Tuesday 4th October 2022 Zumaia, Spain to Messanges, France 80 miles

Today we woke up to a very bright sunny but wet morning. Wet because it was so humid last night. We were hoping to have breakfast outside with the rising sun but have had to abandon it as everything is soaking wet. No matter what, we have a good breakfast, cleanup, and service. Today we are going to Biarritz on the southwest coast of France.

The roads are excellent and we have a good journey. Suddenly, just a few miles from the border, as we go through a ‘peage’ (toll booth) we are pulled over by the Spanish, or is it Basque police? Just a spot check. They want to see the van’s documents and our driving licenses. No big deal, and soon we are waved on.

A few miles on and we finally cross the border into France. Suddenly we are surrounded by trucks. France is famous for the number of trucks on the road. It’s mad. Diesel here, by the way, is 20 cents cheaper than in Spain as the French government is subsidising it (or rather the next generation will be paying for it, with interest). The French motorway network is excellent, very extensive, good roads but it’s expensive. We are hit for a toll almost every 20 miles. Today has cost 18 euros just in tolls for about 60 miles but they are in excellent condition and jams are very, very rare, so….

On the way, at last Jess the van gets a well-deserved wash. If the French know anything it’s car washes. They are the best.

Finally, we turn off for the town of Biarritz to a chargeable camping ‘aire’ not far from the beach, however, when we arrive we find that it’s closed for maintenance. Hayley is quick to find another paid-for parking so we head for that through the backstreets of Biarritz, which is a bit like an obstacle course, only to find that that one is also closed. Biarritz is closed. It’s foggy as well so we decide to forget all about Biarritz and move on. Del is now at the wheel while Hayley is buried in the maps and phone apps. We are going to a place on the coast called Messanges. As you look at the map, the bit where France and Spain connect, the long straight bit – somewhere along there.

1 hour later we arrive at the site that has plenty of space. We get set up and comfortable, it’s late in the afternoon. We potter about reading, Del cleans out the van storage, a regular occurrence. It’s an early dinner tonight, Spanish night, in France. It’s a mix – of Spanish Fiduea. (like paella with noodles instead of rice) and Ensaladia Rusa (Russian salad) with a glass of Spanish cava. Where are we again?

After dinner, we clean up and do the short walk to the beach with the remainder of the Cava and sit on the beach to watch the last of the surfers and the sunset. As we sit on the beach and look left and right, it stretches for miles in either direction. Uninterrupted white sandy beaches as far as you can see.

No buildings, nothing just a long straight line of the beach. As usual, at this time it’s getting chilly so we head back for a hot shower on board, tea and bed.

Tomorrow, Bordeaux. Maybe.

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Wednesday 5th October 2022 Messanges to Yvrac 101 miles

A cloudy morning this morning but we are told that the weather will improve to be another warm sunny day. We set off and the journey is very pleasant as we trundle along narrow tree-lined French roads. The clouds are now clearing and it is a lovely day for a drive as we make our way through the dappled roads toward our next destination which is a vineyard in a small village called Yvrac, just north of Bordeaux city.

You can park free there overnight, there are no facilities and they do a wine tasting of their own wine.

After driving for over 100 miles we arrive at our destination after navigating the even more narrow roads near the village of Yvrac. It’s a rather unassuming place with a small narrow tree-lined entrance and a vineyard to your right and the parking spot on your left which basically looks like scrubland with another visitor already in place. No matter we are here now.

We get settled in and comfortable, the sun is out, and it’s warm so we get our chairs out and sit under the dappled sunlight under the trees with a brilliant view of the vineyard.

A couple of hours in our host arrives and asks us if we should like to try some wine, which of course, without any hesitation, we agree to and follow her into the building where we try 4 of the house’s wines. All but one was delicious. Very bad on our part but we didn’t get or remember our host’s name.

She was excellent, fantastic English and gave a very educational presentation about the house, the wines and the French wine industry in general…

We take 6 bottles of wine back to the van at a total of 50 euros, so much for the free overnight. It’s well worth it though as we have a fantastic dinner with a glass of the very local wine.

A great day.

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Thursday 6^th October 2022 Yvrac to Ile de Re 124 miles

We are continuing our move north along the west coast of France. So far we have loved it. France is our favorite of the European countries. It’s a wonderful place and is perfectly set up for camping of all kinds, vans, tents, and caravans. The people are warm and friendly and always pleased to see us Brits and of course, what can we say about the food and wine!

Today we are going to Ile de Re which is a small island just off La Rochelle. It’s a motorway today, an expensive motorway, 25 euros of motorway! That’s half our daily budget gone! A nice trip all the same. To get to the island you have today an 8 euro toll. That’s 33 euros just for using roads. It’s a long twisty drive to the campsite but well worth it. When we arrive you can pick your own pitch so Hayley finds us a really nice private one in the corner of the site just in the citadel wall that surrounds this very smart town. The space Hayley has chosen is large but getting into it is a bit on the tight side. As a team, we work on these situations well. Hayley is at the wheel and Del does the directing, it works well every time and soon we are in having only had a small branch or two touching the roof of the van.

We get everything out and set up, awning, chairs, and table, a proper “camp in” as we are going to stay for two nights, which is always a nice thing to do every now and then. Sometimes it can feel a bit hectic beginning the move to a different place every day, but we only have a certain amount of time so sadly we have to keep on the move. Today Del gives Jess a thorough cleanout. Two people in a small place can create a lot of dust and grime and Del does like to clean!

The town, harbour, and sea are just a short walk so off we go. Del is getting better at walking each day. It still aches a little bit but he’s on the move again and at a quicker pace each day. The harbour is beautiful, lined with fancy restaurants, it’s nice this time of year as places are still open but it’s not full of people, this island is favored by Parisians in the summer who swarm onto it in July and August.

The weather is still nice so it is perfect to just walk around looking at the boats and longing that we would still have one…

Time for refreshment so we stop at a place serving cocktails and sit in the shade and enjoy watching the world go by.

A lovely day today. Tomorrow we will go for a bike ride, it’s flat here and there is an extensive bike network to enjoy, so that’s day two sorted.

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Friday 7^th October 2022 Ile de Re (day 2)

It’s a nice bright morning this morning, and we are going nowhere, just locally. Yes, an extended breakfast this morning. On the van trips, our breakfasts take ages, don’t know why, they just do, but today it’s even longer. After we clean up we get our bikes down and set off for a good bike ride in search of a good lunch.

We cycle a short 4km to the town of La Flotte which is just charming, it’s like a postcard, just beautiful.

AIt has a small harbour surrounded by restaurants. We secure our bikes and have a look around. It’s a wonderful place but we have more pressing business to hand – lunch. Finally, we settle on a small place with a great view of the harbour.

Our lunch today consists of a large salad made up of Roquefort cheese, lardons, nuts, and salad leaves followed by the biggest pot of mussels each you have ever seen – half the seabed. This comes with fries. Helped along with a local cold white wine and to finish the two-hour lunch we share a Crepe flambee with Grand Marnier. Just amazing. So was the price!!!! No matter, we will probably never come here again, so why not.

Before the cycle back to the van, we have a look around the town. The French are famous for their cake shops and this town is no exception. They have the most wonderful and mouthwatering display of cakes, bread, and pastries, it’s just fantastic. We can’t help ourselves and for 7 euros we buy two small cakes to take back to Jess with a cup of tea later.

Back at the van, it’s now late in the afternoon, so we settle down and read. Del does some van servicing and cleaning up getting part ready for our departure tomorrow. No dinner tonight, whew. We enjoy our lovely, fancy cakes with a good cup of tea.

We have been visited on a regular basis by a local friend – a cat who comes and sees us gets a fuss and then leaves. Very sweet.

Tomorrow we are staying somewhere next to the Loire river, near Nantes.

Saturday 24^th September 2002 Praia de Ancora to Vila Cha 46 miles

Our first night in Portugal was very pleasant, the campsite was woody, green, and rustic but we had a good sleep with an equally good breakfast outside in the fresh morning air. Today we are going further south along the coast to Vila Cha to a campsite there. To get there we have to go on the motorway as it’s the quickest and most efficient.

Once on the motorway we get comfortable and settled in, Hayley is still doing the driving, and Del’s foot is slowly getting better but not quite ready for driving yet. So we are trundling along quite nicely when suddenly we see a sign with a wifi symbol a car and a euro sign. Hmmm. We carry on and see another sign about a lane for “foreigners”. Now we are confused and a little concerned that this must be a paid motorway that requires a toll. So far we have not stopped at the usual barrier and collected a ticket, as one would do in Spain or France.

We stop in a carpark and look up what is required for driving on Portuguese motorways. Yes we should have looked it up first, we know, but we didn’t, so now we have no idea what we are doing.

It turns out that in Portugal if you are a foreign registered vehicle then you must pay a toll and or a tax, one or the other or both. Eh? And you must pay for it in advance either by buying a pass of 4 different euro values or a three-day pass or….. it just goes on and on and it’s all in Portuguese, it’s for foreigners but it’s all in Portuguese. Grrr! Thank heavens for Google translate. We finally find a way to buy a pass online, however, once you start using the motorways you can’t find out how much credit you’ve got left.

Del finally finds a website where you can put your registration in, name, and telephone number, and it will tell you how many ‘infractions’ you have and if you do have some you can pay there and then.

Without a doubt the most complicated, convoluted, patience-trying method of toll-paying ever contrived. We are not the only ones. We later find out that foreign traffic has fallen in Portugal as visitors just find the whole system difficult to navigate. It is a bit mad…

We finally arrive at our campsite, it’s lovely. We are shown a pitch and settled in.

There is a recommended restaurant across the road so off we go for a fabulous feast of BBQ’ed gigantic prawns and calamari on skewers with red peppers, served with fries and a salad. Brilliant. This is helped along with a bottle of the house white. We can’t help ourselves and so we have dessert. The whole bill was just over 40 euros. Bargain.

Back at the van Hayley is unloading chairs from the back and the double barrel heavy-duty foot pump falls hard on her bare foot, producing a cut and a bruise, and just to add insult to her injury, some considerable pain.

We are doing well here. Del with his smashed big right toe and now Hayley with a nasty bruise and pain on her left foot. Doing very well.

Once Hayley has settled, Del is off for a shave not before dropping his razor blade on the floor, and instinctively catching it and cutting the pad of his right index finger. My god the pain. It stings all night and bleeds for ages!!!!

So between the two of us, we now only have two good feet and three good hands! Great for basketball.

Hayley is a bit of a crisp fiend on these trips and likes to find the most obscure tasting crisps in the shops. Today she excelled herself with a bag of fried and egg and bacon flavored crisps. They truly do stink.

We both know when the other has had a sneaky try as the stench of the open packet being opened in the van is telling. A most unusual purchase.

No dinner tonight as we had such a wonderful lunch, so we opt to walk, or rather hobble, to a bar on the seafront that will give us a brilliant sunset. Sure enough, the sky is clear and the sun is about 40 minutes from setting.

We order two small beers and get settled in when suddenly a local by the name of Dave, approaches us, rather worse for wear on white wine, and starts to talk to us. It was a funny 30 or so minutes as we spoke about food, the weather, in fact almost anything but in three languages, English, Spanish and a bit of French. He was very drunk and very funny and a kind good-natured drunk!

We are saved as we focus on the sun slowly setting into the Atlantic. Wonderful.

It’s getting cold. Time to go back to our home on wheels.

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Sunday 25^th September 2022 Vila Cha to Costa Nova 64 miles

We are packed up and ready to go. A quick service, grey water empty, toilet clean, and freshwater fill up, and we are off once again at the mercy of the Portuguese motorway system. Great.

We need to stop off first at the restaurant where we watched the sunset from and pay for the beers. It was cash only and we had no cash. It’s more tricky now than ever, do people accept cash only, card only? Another covid hangover. He trusted us and just told us to “come back later or tomorrow and pay” Blimey imagine that happening in the UK?

True to our word we stopped by to pay for yesterday’s sunset beers and while we were there we had a fabulous coffee and some traditional Portuguese “pastel de nata” A custard tart to you, in puff pastry. It was very good, with an unobstructed view of the Atlantic.

Most of the local roads here are cobbled and in a motorhome, it’s slow and noisy. There are many miles of cobbled streets in this part of Portugal, you can get sick of it. In fact, so far the roads in Portugal are not the best, the motorways are ok and some of the main roads are not bad but even some of them can be a bit ropey as we found out as we drove through the outskirts of Porto, the back of the van lands sharply into a pothole, that was so loud and sharp we thought the back axel was going to get pulled away leaving us with just our home on two front wheels.

That being said the journey was pleasant enough with lovely blue skies and 24 degrees which felt hotter than it said. It’s windy though.

We approach Costa Nova which is a long spit of land down the west side of the country. It is also famous for its brightly coloured striped houses along the front. It’s very busy, with lots of traffic.

There is a 5-day festival in the town and the streets are packed. There is a procession going on and Hayley is doing a great job of navigating the traffic, people, and dogs as we weave our way to the campsite.

We get a warm welcome, pay 19 euros, and were told where we can go. It’s rustic but the spaces are good and the facilities, whilst dated, all work and do what they are supposed to do.

Finally, after a week of being away, we get the bikes off the back of Jess. Hayley’s foot is still a bit sore but better than yesterday. Del’s foot is still a bit tender but cycling a bike should be ok. We shall see.

It’s a lovely bike ride along the front. The houses in all their multitude of colours look wonderful in the sun. We cycle around the back streets and find a restaurant right on the beach. We give it a try but there is a queue and Del is not a fan of queuing to eat at a restaurant so we buy ice cream and cycle back to Jess.

Hayley puts together a smashing afternoon spread of Jamon serrano, boquerones, and tomato bread.

The rest of the day is spent sitting in the sun, planning the next few days out in Portugal, reading, and just enjoying the afternoon sun. Del tidies up the van locker hiding the foot pump well away so it can’t jump out again when Hayley looks at it. Still windy though.

Tomorrow we are going further south.

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Monday 26^th September 2022 Costa Nova to Costa de Lavos 59 miles

It was a noisy night last night. The five-day festival ends today so last night there were live bands on until 3:00 am and the noise was wafting our way, which ended with a fireworks display.

It’s a bright sunny morning and today we are heading to our last Portuguese coastal stop in Cost de Lavos. In Figueira de Foz. As usual, the roads are atrocious until we reach the motorway which turns out to be one of the best roads ever. Very smooth and empty. After paying the 6 euro toll we are back onto dodgy local roads towards our free night stop in a large parking aire right by the beach.

Lunch today in a typical real local place comprising of spicy chicken, rice, fries, and a salad, served with a glass of cold white wine. This place is miles ahead of Nando’s, the food here is far far better, and far cheaper.

Back at the van, the rest of the day is sat in the sun just in time to grab the remnants of a bottle of red wine from a night or two ago and to go to the beach to watch our last Portuguese coastal sunset for this trip. One of the best sunsets yet, with no clouds just the sun dissappearing gently below the horizon.

It gets cold quickly so it’s back to Jess, heating on and bed.

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Tuesday 27^th September 2022 Costa de Lavos to Sao Joao de Areias 60 miles

It’s a bright, sunny but cool morning. Our free stopover last night was excellent, very quiet and peaceful. Short simple breakfast, a quick diesel fill-up, and some shopping. Today we are moving east, inland, and slightly north. We have seen the last of the Portuguese coast for this trip and now we are on a motorway to a small town in the hills called Sao Joao de Areias where there is a super cheap campsite run by a couple of Belgians, or are they Dutch?

It takes just over an hour to get there when we arrive we are greeted by Amanda, an English lady who makes us very welcome into this small but practical campsite. She is looking after the place as the owners have had to go away. We have a nice little pitch. There is everything we need here for 10 euros, including a free bread delivery in the morning.

We have been away for 11 days now so today is laundry and cleaning day. Everything is stripped out and we do three machine loads of laundry, change the bed, full van service, internal clean throughout…Hayley does a lovely job of the bathroom and shower!

It’s a lovely day so we just stay with Jess, doing the washing, reading, chatting, and just enjoying the sunshine in this lovely place.

There are a few chickens here that have attracted Hayley’s attention. She used to look after some back home at Quarr Abbey, so she is very fond of them.

We are visited by Amanda, the host, so we invite her in for a coffee and a chat. She proceeds to tell us some great stories of all the different campers that have visited and tell us that we are the only Brits to have visited this year which is odd given how lovely the place is.

Hayley is in planning mode again. Tomorrow will be our penultimate night in Portugal before crossing the border back into Spain.

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Wednesday 28^th September 2022 Sao Joao de Areias to Meda 78 miles

This morning it’s a bit grey, looks like rain. There is a bag of 4 fresh rolls on the table outside, part of a ‘welcome’ when you visit here. Nice. We have a nice breakfast of cold ham, cheese, and boiled eggs with our fresh bread.

By the time we leave the clouds have broken a little. A longish drive today to a town called Meda, more inland as we go east towards the border with Spain. It’s mainly motorways that are in good condition but we still have to, on occasion, battle the potholes, and poorly made country and town roads. As usual, Google takes us down a few dodgy back streets before finally delivering us onto the right road. The weather has cleared up and the scenery here is wonderful. We are approaching the Douro Valley, which is between Portugal and Spain. In fact, the Douro Valley is where the grapes are grown to make Port, or Porto as it’s called here.

The fortified wine is called Port after the town of Porto, which is on the coast. The river Douro flows to the Atlantic through the town of Porto. Why they don’t just call the drink Douro we don’t know. Guess Port is easier to say when you have a few too many of them.

We arrive at the Municipal campsite in Meda where we are welcomed by a very cheerful, friendly chap who shows us to our spot after paying a staggering 12 euros. It is very nice here. Well maintained and just out of town. Once settled in we make our way into town to hunt down a good lunch.

It’s not long before we are settled in by a very friendly lady at the local restaurant who brings us chicken, ribs with fries, and rice. This is served with a half liter of white wine. It was all so very nice. After she brings us the house dessert which was equally splendid. We thought that as we are in the Douro where the port grapes are grown, then we should have a small glass of port to finish. She brings us a red and white port, very tasty. Just to make sure that we agree that it is tasty, we ask for another two. Yes, they are indeed very tasty.

We say farewell to our host and head across the road to a pastelaria and purchase four Pastel de Natas, a custard tart in puff pasty, but they are very famous here in Portugal and they take it very seriously.

We take them back to Jess and have one each with a cup of tea. Later we sit outside in the afternoon sun but the clouds are rolling back in and it’s quite chilly so it’s time to go back indoors.

Tomorrow we are going deeper into the Douro Valley to a dam that crosses the Portuguese and Spanish border. There is also a rather splendid cathedral to see there.

No dinner tonight. We watch something on Netflix about some murderers with a bit of cheese and some crackers.

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Thursday 29^th September 2022 Meda, Portugal to Zamora, Spain 123 mile

We are woken up this morning by the pattering of rain on the roof. It’s only gentle but soon builds to be quite heavy by the time we have breakfast. Today will be our last day and night in Portugal. We get packed up and service the van and make for the off. As usual, we are led up the garden path by Google maps that takes us once again through the cobbled streets of a local town.

Its raining, raining heavy now but soon we are on a clear open road that is in good condition. There is hardly any traffic.

We have noticed that once you get out of town the roads are almost empty so it does make it quite pleasurable especially if the road is in good condition like this one. The scenery is fantastic and the weather has cheered up for a while. The lakes here are immense, they go on for miles twisting around the hills and mountains, quite a sight.

We are heading for Miranda Do Douro. There is a dam here that sits between Spain and Portugal. We intend on staying there for the night but when we arrive we find that the parking is a little bit on the slope which can be tricky. We have a walk around the town and get a good view of the dam, we can even make out the border sign, the blue ESPANA sign surrounded by gold stars.

It’s decided that we move on. There is another place we can stay, right by a lake. On the way, we stop and have a good look at the dam, it’s quite something, massive. The sub-station is gently humming away as the water gushes underneath the dam producing electricity. We cross the border into Spain, without a doubt the quietest border crossing ever. A gentle twisty road, a sign to say you are in Spain and that’s that.

We arrive at lake Ricobayo which, is sadly looking a bit sorry for itself. It’s a massive lake but the summer drought has hit Spain quite badly, so the levels are quite low. How long can this go on?

We are the only ones here and decide that, even though the view is brilliant and we can have the whole place to ourselves we should move on, in fact.

Soon we are on our way. In the distance, we can see the sky getting darker and darker than black! There is about to be an almighty storm.

Sure enough, the heavens open 10 minutes before we arrive in the Spanish town of Zamora, north of Salamanca but south of Santander, in the middle, there. Somewhere.

We are going to a free overnight parking place. Hayley does the navigating and soon we are just outside the town of Zamora and settled into a nice space with a few other vans from France, Spain, and another Brit. We get settled in and take walk into town.

Del’s foot has been making some improvement, driving is ok and walking is getting better although there is still a bit of an ache. Hayley’s foot has recovered but with a slight bump on the top of the foot.

It’s a lovely place, Zamora. Our first real town since we started. It’s very clean and tidy and very… “Spanish”. We like it. We pop our heads into a few churches, there are lots here. There is a church-guided tour happening, so Zamora is the place if you want to look at churches. After a small beer in the sun, it’s back to Jess for a smashing dinner.

We liked Portugal but we feel, like the north of Spain, we didn’t spend enough time there. This trip was a taster and we do have plans to come back to Portugal. It’s very cheap for food and drinks, diesel is slightly cheaper than in the rest of Europe. The people that we met were very nice to us and very welcoming so it’s definitely a place to come back to in the future. There is some lovely countryside and they have the longest sandy beaches we have ever seen. So yes Portugal gets a big tick and we will be back again, hopefully soon.

Tomorrow we are heading north to Valladolid, which used to be the capital of Spain back in 1600 and something and only for about 5 years. It also has the accolade of the capital of tapas, so we are looking forward to that.

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Friday 30^th September 2022 Zamora to Valladolid 63 miles

Quite a change from yesterday. We have clear blue skies this morning and it’s a pleasant temperature. Zamora was a hit. A nice town and a free overnight stop. You can also do a full van service free of charge.

We set off and the views are wonderful, flat, very flat and brown. The hills look like someone has taken a knife to them and flattened them all off.

Valladolid is where almost everything in Spain is made. All the major European car companies have a factory there, if you pick anything up in Spain it will say it’s made in Valladolid, so we don’t know quite what to expect except that it is the capital of tapas, the famous Spanish side plate that was placed on top of your cold beer for free in the old days, but now tapas has been turned into a trendy and sometimes expensive night out. How times have changed.

It’s a very pleasant journey to Valladolid and trouble-free getting to our night stopover which tonight will be 5 euros. The parking spot is secure and well kept. Good. Once in and settled we take a walk into the city of Valladolid, which is twinned with Orlando in the states.

It’s very nice here, but very nice. It’s so clean and spacious. We make our way to the Plaza Major, the centre of the town. It’s spectacular, what a lovely place.

We have a good walk around this lovely city before settling into a tapas bar called Los Zagales. This one has taken the old-fashioned tapa and turned it into something quite special by theming them all into strange and wonderful concoctions, and has won top prizes for doing so.

We get through 7 of their special award-winning tapas, starting with one that looks like a cigar in an ashtray but is really sardines with filo pastry. All of them are quite unusual and tasty and a couple of glasses of cold white just helps lunch along. The bill was cheap, cheaper than we expected, and well worth it. A great way to spend a couple of hours.

With the need to walk off lunch we find the city park, famous for its bird life and tame squirrels. It is without a doubt one of the best European parks we have been in, and we have been in many.

It’s a lovely place with peacocks and peahens just strutting around freely and yes the squirrels are tame, one ran up Hayley’s leg!

Back at the van we relax and contemplate the evening. Hmmm. Where shall we eat tonight?

Because the lunch was quite heavy we decide to take a walk into the town, it’s busy, there is a lovley buzz in the town. We find a place next to the cathedral where we have three tapas of meatballs, fish and salad, washed down with a small glass of beer. Very traditional. The walk back to Jess takes us back through the main square which is beautifully lit up.

We sit at a bar and have a Pacharan, a sloe-flavored drink from Navarro. We enjoy watching the people go by, in fact, we really love Valladolid. A truly wonderful gem of a place, a place that we will definitely be returning to.