Autumn Holiday 2 October 2026

Bourg-en-Bresse, Auvergne

My finger was a lot better this morning - I was still aware it wasn't quite right, but it didn't really hurt, and I have been able to forget about it. A good night's sleep also got rid of the shock, too, so I was fine this morning. 

The Swan Whisperer went for a run this morning, and called in at a bakery on his way back, so we had a delicious fresh baguette with our breakfast (and the end of it for lunch). After this, we walked round the lovely Lac du Kir, enjoying watching a group of schoolkids canoeing and kayaking under the stern eye of a couple of instructors, and also some wildfowl.

But the best bit was that I caught a glimpse of a marvellous fox leaping through the undergrowth. The Swan Whisperer isn't quite sure that's what I saw - he didn't see it - but it was a lovely fox red, and I saw the torso and then its marvellous brush. It must have been in wonderful condition - all those ducklings and goslings and cootlings - cootlets? - and moorchicks it will have been feeding on all summer!

Anyway, we walked round he lake and got hotter and hotter. It had been a cool morning, but the sun came out and the temperature rose. We regretted our long sleeved shirts and my jacket! 

When we got back to the WoMo, the SW had his coffee and then we used the services before heading on. Our first stop was in a random car-park in a village somewhere, beside a rather rough sports ground to which a group of young schoolchildren - no older than Year 2, if that, we didn't think - came to play some team game or other. We were rather shocked that there was only one adult with them - what if one of them hurt themselves and had to be taken back to school? Anyway, when we left, they were all starting to play (not an organised game, but something their teacher had made up) except for one small boy who was sitting between the goal posts watching. He wore specs, so we didn't know whether he was neurodivergent and allowed not to play if he didn't want to, didn't play because he was short-sighted, or was injured or disabled in some way. I hope that neither he nor any of the other children went home with grass stains on their bums; their parents would not be impressed! 

We drove on. The trouble with going cross country, as we have done so far, is that the drives are far too interesting for me to want to go to sleep! Very interesting country, especially once we got into the Bresse region, where there were lots of cattle, both Charolais and Montbéliard, and huge fields full of the white hens for which the area is so famous. 

We got here about 4:00, "here" being a free aire on the outskirts of Bourg-en-Bresse, and after a cup of tea the SW went for yet another walk, and on his way back called in at the Lidl that is only a couple of hundred metres away to get some beer. Apparently it is an absolutely massive one, about the size of a Tesco Extra at home, so I'm looking forward to visiting it in the morning! I hope it sells fresh milk - I've never seen it in any Lidl here, but live in hope - so then we won't have to stop off at an E Leclerc or similar. 

Autumn Holiday, 1 October 2026

Plombières-lès-Dijon, France

Happy Black History Month, everybody. 

It was raining when we woke up this morning (at 07:00; I had set the alarm again), so the Swan Whisperer didn't go for a run, but even still we were faffing about a bit over breakfast and so on, so didn't get away until about 10:30. We had hoped to go to the local Carrefour for the day's shopping, but it had a height barrier on its car-park (so short-sighted when there is a popular campsite less than a mile away), so we went to Lidl instead, which had no such thing. Got what I needed, and then we got diesel at a Total petrol station and tried to get air as the tyres were a little low, but it didn't seem to have any. 

So we headed on southwards towards Dijon - this suburb is by the lovely lake we visited last year - stopping for lunch in a layby, and, of course, finding much nicer picnic places a few kilometres down the road. Then we did find a garage that had air, and that is when a minor disaster struck - getting out to help the SW, I caught the little finger of my left hand in the square part of the door frame where the latch goes in. I thought at first I'd broken it, but actually think it's no worse than a severe wrench. But it hurts - typing is actually rather painful - and meant, really, the end of my day, as even though Voltarol gel has taken the worstof the pain away, I am very shaken and have been fit for nothing. The rain is away, but I couldn't face going out for a walk round the lake, although I certainly hope I can in the morning. 

The aire is very full, but I don't think there's more than one French machine here, if that - lots of Belgians and Germans, and at least one other British vehicle, plus one we can't identify. I must stop typing - it hurts too much! 

Autumn Holiday, 30 September 2026

Chalons-en-Champagne, France

Always used to be called Chalons-sur-Marne, of course. I can't remember when it was renamed. 

Which numpty forgot to reset the alarm after yesterday's early start? The occasional alarms reset themselves after one use, so of course no alarm went off this morning, and we didn't wake up until 7:40! Fortunately, we were in no hurry. After breakfast, we both went on separate walks - I wanted to go into the town centre to see whether my blithe assurance that the shop with the ghost sign on it was merely shuttered for the night, not boarded up and empty (as, alas, so many shops in France are these days). I was right; it is now an employment agency and was open.

I hadn't planned to shop, but was walking past the local Carrefour Market, so it seemed stupid not to. Of course, I had to buy a bag, but it was only 69 cents, so not breaking the bank. 

Just as I turned to go back to the WoMo, it started to rain, and I was pretty wet by the time I got there. The Swan Whisperer got even wetter, as he was further away when the rain started, so had to change; I just managed not to have to, but did have to dry my neck!

We told the Satnav not to go on toll roads or motorways, so had a lovely drive south, through the little village of Maroilles (an absolute Must-See sometime, we think - so pretty, and, of course, the home of the eponymous cheese!) and Reims and here. Oddly, we don't seem to have seen many vineyards, but we know there are masses around. We saw a lot of potatoes (and, possibly, sugar-bet) being harvested, though, and quite a lot of cattle, which presumably supply milk for the Maroilles. 

When we got here, it was mizzling a bit, and it is incredibly hot and humid. I dodged the showers to do a bit of tai chi to shake out the fidgets, and since then have been reading and watching videos. We have had supper, and I still have a couple more videos to watch. 

Autumn Holiday, 28-29 September 2026

Landrecies, Hauts-de-France

In hindsight (always a wonderful thing), we would have done better to have gone down to Sussex on Saturday afternoon and brought the WoMo back to London then, although we don't like doing that now. The Swan Whisperer had an appointment at 15:50 yesterday afternoon, but the hospital rang up to say that the clinic started at 14:00 and he should get there then, but to bring a book as it might be very busy. So in the morning we finished packing and loaded up the car as far as possible, leaving the fridge stuff until later, and after a quick lunch, the SW went off while I did one or two last things like washing up lunch and so on. He rang up very soon to say it was done, and he was on his way home, so I packed up the fridge and then made myself a cup of tea. I regretted this by the time we were half way to Sussex, so the SW dropped me off at the start of the close that leads to No 6, and I ran in while he took the car up to the garage and exchanged it for the WoMo. 

We spent awhile getting organised, and the SW washed pigeon poo off the skylight, and then we hotted up the chicken casserole we had brought with us, and sat and enjoyed Quiz Night on television before an early-Ish night. 

This morning, we set the alarm for 05:30 so we could enjoy a cup of tea before heading off; we got away about 07:15, and ate a banana en route to keep us going. When we got to Folkestone, we had half an hour to wait so we went into the terminal and ordered a "Big breakfast roll" from one of the food outlets. This was big indeed - a rasher of extremely nice back bacon, a whole Cumberland sausage spiral and a fried egg inside a large white bap! Both of us left half our sausage for later, and I only ate half my bap. 

When we arrived in Calais, our first stop was petrol, as we think Total Energies must be subsidised at the moment; their diesel is about 12 cents a litre cheaper than anywhere else - very unusual - and a bit cheaper than in the UK. So we stopped at the petrol station at the exit from the Shuttle and filled up before heading to Cité Europe where I did a shopping. Although it was lunchtime, neither of us, unsurprisingly, was hungry, so we set off for our planned overnight stop, a campsite in Guise. We decided we would stop in Landrecies, where we have been before, to have something to eat (the rest of the sausage and our first-day patisseries, and the SW ate the other half of my bap). However, although I had E-mailed the campsite, I had not heard back from them, so as nobody was expecting us, we decided to stay here overnight. There are no services, but we don't need them, and it is free! 

We decided to go for a walk round the town, and found there was a self-guided tour available of the walls, but there were no walls so much of it was rather dull, just signs saying that there had used to be a wall here, or a gate there. I think they had been destroyed in 1918, when the town had to be evacuated, and were never rebuilt. 

Now back at the WoMo, we don't really want much supper, but are having salmon with lemon butter sauce and cauliflower! 

Nice Day for It exhibition, 21 August 2026

 Yesterday I read on IanVisits about this exhibition at Photofusion in Brixton, and, as I hadn't had enough exercise today, I decided to visit it this afternoon.  

Well, I got my step count in, and that's about all you can say for it!  Read Ian's article (linked above) and you won't need to visit the exhibition, since almost all the photos are shown!  It is in a very small room, with photos on the walls all round and a display case of postcards, mostly from Butlin's.  As these are under glass, they are quite difficult to see.  There was an explanatory panel just outside the door:

and then this was basically the exhibition:

It was never touted as being anything large, but I honestly didn't find it that interesting!  Oh well, it was free and in walking distance, and got me out of the flat!  And I did like this gentleman:

Day Trippers! 6 August 2026

 Didn't we have a lovely time, the day we went to Bangor....  Well, Bangor is a bit far away for a day trip, but C2C are offering £15 returns to Southend-on-Sea during August, so we decided to take advantage of this, as neither of us had ever been to Southend.

Neither of us had ever caught a train at Fenchurch Street Station before, nor do I think either of us had been on a C2C train.  Not that they are any different from any other commuter-type train in this country these days, although slightly more comfortable than most.

We had to collect our tickets from the station - they do do e-tickets, but I think you had to buy them on the app, which I ended up downloading anyway to get accurate timetables.  I had bought them via their website, so was issued a code.  We arrived at a side entrance to the station (Northern Line to Bank, then Monument to Tower Hill and a short walk - I thought Bank and Monument were linked underground, but it appears not to be the case.), and the one and only ticket machine was being used by a couple of people who were having trouble with it.  I went to the kiosk, which was staffed, and was issued our tickets no problem - I gather the machine was misbehaving.

The next train was leaving in a couple of minutes, so we got on it and about an hour later arrived at Southend Central, from where it was only a short walk down to the pier.  We decided to buy tickets for the pier railway, and were lucky enough that they held the train for us, or we'd have had to have waited half an hour for the next one.  The little train - a narrow-gauge railway - crawls along to the end of the pier.  The carriages are enclosed, with sideways bench seats.  Many years ago, there used to be a similar railway along the pier at Walton-on-the-Naze, which we took many times when we holidayed there in the 1960s, but that, I think, had open carriages and has long since demised.  I gather this one did close for awhile, but reopened.  

At the end of the pier, we had a lovely walk round.  The pier pokes out into the Thames Estuary, and we could see the Maunsell Sea Forts on the horizon, as well as watching a container ship come downriver (from Tilbury, we assumed) and head out to sea.  We also visited the lifeboats, and I bought a packet of rhubarb crumble biscuits for the Swan Whisperer, as it's all in a good cause. Lots of photos on Facebook, of course.

Then it was time to catch the train back to the town, which we did with rather less haste and more decorum than we had the outbound one!  And it was lunchtime.

There is really only one thing you can eat when on a day trip to the seaside and that is, of course, fish and chips.  The main road was lined with chippies, and we patronised one where a waitress was standing outside offering the menu.  We could, we discovered later, have found cheaper elsewhere, but it didn't really matter, as the cod and chips were excellent!  I couldn't eat all my chips, but had a jolly good try!  I drank fizzy water, and the Swan Whisperer had a 7-Up!  

After lunch, we made ourselves comfortable and then went for a short walk towards a building that we could see some distance away, which turned out to be the old Kursaal.  I gather this may reopen - it certainly looked far from abandoned and derelict, but we decided that was probably far enough to walk, so turned back and walked along the prom (prom-prom, but there wasn't a brass band going tiddley-om-pom-pom) back to where we could get an ice-cream - a 99 for the SW, and a scoop of rum and raisin for me, and then we walked back to the station.  We had discovered, on the way out, that there was a slightly different route we could go back, which went past Tilbury, so we got that, although we couldn't see very much of the port as the hedges were too high.  Then we walked to a 35 bus stop, and had to wait rather a long time for a 35, but one came in the end and we sat on that all the way home, a quick dash into Lidl to get some necessary staples, and then home and flaking out!  

Oh I do like to be beside the sea side...

Summer Holiday 18-20 July 2026

Brixton, London, UK

I haven't blogged over the weekend because most of it wasn't that interesting, so I thought I'd concatenate the days.

On Saturday morning, we were actually ready about 15 minutes before we needed to leave, but after visiting the services we decided to get to Le Shuttle anyway, and they didn't turn us away! In fact, they offered us a crossing on the 10:20 - we had booked on the 11:36, so we said yes please, and, although there were long queues at passport control (what with the new EES and ETA systems being implemented, although at the moment Le Shuttle's French passport officers only scan your passports and don't require fingerprints and photographs, but they do take their own sweet time about it), but in the event we got on the 10:04! I don't know why we count getting on an earlier crossing as a win, but we always do, and as the service had been seriously disrupted the previous day, I wasn't too sure whether we would be able to get an earlier one.

So we drove straight to No 6, where we spent the rest of the day. My sister decided to profit from our being there to spend the night with her partner, but she and Mum agreed it was fine if we slept in the motor home, so we did. In the morning, I helped my mother dress (not that she really needs much help, but she does like someone there when she gets out of the shower, and someone to put cream on her back, which I think is just an excuse for a daily backrub!).  We took her to church, which was lovely - my sister had already taken her wheelchair over to the barn where the dance was to be held, so she had to totter up the path with her walker, which she did rather well, we thought.  After the service, we went back to No 6, and it wasn't long before we had to load up the car with our folding chairs and table, various drinks, glasses, Mum's walker and Mum herself, and drive over to the barn.

The dance was great! We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves; I didn't dance every dance, but did dance a fair few of them, unlike last year.  Last year I'd thought I'd be exhausted if I danced, but I was exhausted anyway, so decided I might as well be hanged for a sheep as a goat.... and, in fact, was fine.

My sister and her partner were rather disappointed with the turnout from the villages, most people there being friends or family, and are swearing Never Again.  As my sister said, after last year, so many people said it had been fun and could we do it again, but then didn't come.  Mind you, there is a difference between a birthday party - which last year's was, to celebrate my sister's 60th - and the fundraiser that this year's was.  People apparently didn't want to pay £20 towards the cost, with any surplus going to church funds!  All the same, they missed a good time. My sister grabbed Mum's wheelchair for the last dance, and danced her in it!  I thought she'd have needed a seat-belt!

Then back to No 6, and a couple of hours to relax before we started to load the car with almost everything except the stuff in the fridge and the stuff we'd need overnight, and spent our last night, for now, in the motor home.  Up shortly after six, and were away by about 09:10; a very easy journey home that took much less than the 2 hours we have learnt to allow for it.  Almost all the traffic lights seemed to turn green just as we arrived at them! Unpacking, lunch, then I sat down in my armchair and slept for two hours! I don't know why unpacking is so exhausting, but I always find it so.

So that's it until the end of September for the motor home. There may or may not be other adventures in the meantime....