Imber (not) revisited

Ten years ago, we visited the lost village of Imber.  At the time, I'm not sure how well-known the day was, other than by transport nerds (hey, I never said I wasn't one!), and it was pouring with rain.  Today, things are very different.

We travelled on a UK Railtour charter, which was comfortable but I'm not  100% sure it was worth it.  On the other hand, it did mean we got programmes and a guaranteed, comfortable seat.  We did, however, have to be at Waterloo before 10:00 am, which meant I had to miss tai chi.  However, it was a civilised hour to leave, and the journey was uneventful.

We had learnt that there was an exhibition about Imber in Warminster itself, a few minutes' walk from the station.  It closed at 1:00 pm, so we went there first.  It was quite good, but I thought very biased about how ghastly what the army did was, etc.  Well yes, but we were at war, and other villages and owners of big houses had it every bit as bad, if not worse.

As the queues for the buses had been stretching round the block, with not a bus in sight, we decided to have lunch first, as the queues were supposed to get shorter in the afternoon (spoiler: they didn't!).  We found a very nice tiny café that did us sandwiches and salad, but first we visited the St Lawrence Chapel, which was lovely.  The vicar and - I think - a churchwarden were around, and told us all about the stained glass and so on.  

We walked back to the station only to find that the queue was longer than ever, a good 500 metres long, if not longer.  A bus did arrive while we watched, but it was obviously only going to take a tiny fraction of those waiting  So we decided that, as we had already been to Imber, we would explore Warminster instead.  We found a lovely public park, where we sat and read until we got too cold, and then went and had afternoon tea in Coffee #1 - at least, I had tea but the SW had coffee.  I had an oatmeal-raisin cookie, and the SW had some chocolate concoction that looked rather rich.  But lovely comfortable armchairs, and a loo!  We had, actually, hoped to have had a cream tea at St Lawrence's, but when we got there we found that this would be being served tomorrow, not today.  Bother!  

Then we wandered back to the station, which was a bit of a mistake as it was very crowded and there wasn't really anywhere to sit.  In hindsight, we should have hung on in the café for another 10-15 minutes.  On the other hand, we were able to see a great many Routemasters and other buses dropping people back! 

Our train arrived at last, and we were glad to sit in it.  I felt very tired on the way home, and it was very noisy and tiring.  We got a bus at Waterloo, and then picked up a ready-meal in Lidl. 

I do rather think that Imberbus Day has outgrown itself.  It's not fun having to queue for over an hour to get on a bus, especially if you have to get back on a deadline.  The various little villages on the route all do tea and cakes now, which they didn't when we first went.  I don't know how long they will be able to continue, especially since the buses are all owned by enthusiasts and are not getting any younger.

Meanwhile, my mother was finally repatriated today, and is now in hospital in Worthing!  The hold-up was due to the insurance - the French hospital would have liked rid of her two weeks ago, and the ambulance had been on stand-by for her since 6 August!  Sigh.  

Summer break, Wednesday 7 August 2024

 Home at last!

Uneventful journey home.  I popped into Carrefour to pick up the things I couldn't get in Auchan yesterday, but, sadly, it looks as though Liptons have stopped making my lovely, lovely citrus tea that I have drunk two cups of since forever!  Sadliness, if that is so.  I have  bought some orange, and some grapefuit/lemon to try, but....

My sister flew out to Saint-Junien today, so there was nobody at No 6 when we got there.  We had managed to cross an hour early, so it was lunchtime when we arrived.  We had lunch and then loaded the car, put the WoMo away until next time, and then drove back to London, arriving just after 5:00.  Unpacked, and am now flopped in front of the Olympic cycling.  We have missed most of our favourite sports, but that's life.

I  hear the insurance may have all the documents necessary to repatriate my mother within the next few days.  Meanwhile , they suggested not wasting her good beans, so I picked a bagful, plus a couple of courgettes which would do nobody any good if they turned into marrows. 

And just  look at what happened to the car while we were away!

Summer Break, Tuesday 6 August 2024

Calais, France 

We have driven up today from Tours, which took far longer than it ought to have done. First of all, the Swan Whisperer was convinced the N something-or-other was dual carriageway all the way to Chartres. It wasn't. It was roundabout after roundabout after traffic light after traffic light after speed limit after speed limit, and most of it was single-carriageway with only a bit of dual the whole length.

So it took forever to get to Chartres, and then when we did finally tell the Satnav it could use toll roads, we had to go across from Chartres to Rouen on a dual carriageway. And the first rest area we came to was full, so lunch was very late. I wasn't even very hungry, as I had such a headache!

I had suggested we stop at the Super U in Abbeville to shop, but the satnav took us right past the town and back again, a good 10K or more out of our way, and then when we got there, although we did get diesel, we couldn't find anywhere to park the WoMo, so came away.

I decided the Auchan in Calais would be a good place to shop, but it so wasn't - it had the most hopeless supply of vegetables you ever did see! And no small tins of French peas or even chickpeas, none of the citrus tea that I like.... I did get black pepper Boursin, though, and various other things.

Then to Calais - luckily I'd booked into the aire here, which is now a Camping-Car park, as it is totally full. But it now has electricity, which is nice, and I do like being able to book in advance!

The Swan Whisperer has discovered a light on in the boot, which he has no idea how it came on, or how to switch it off again! He seems to have managed to switch it off by pushing, though. Home tomorrow. I so can't wait!

Summer Break, Monday 5 August 2024

Veigné, near Tours

At last we are on our way home! The Daughter has taken over, and I can relax. 

She came down to the campsite for breakfast this morning, sadly without any croissants as the nearest bakery doesn't open on Mondays and the second nearest one is having its annual holiday (so French!). The local supermarket - as opposed to the big out-of-town hypermarket where I have been shopping all week - didn't open until about 9. So we said not to bother. 

After breakfast, we cleared everything up and left the campsite for the final time. She and I went to the pharmacie, who said that the days' deliveries hadn't happened yet. We then went to the hospital Secretariat and I was very amused as the jobsworth said They Couldn't Possibly do a health report for the insurance, but then the nice doctor came in and said Of Course You Can, and they had a bit of a row. The doctor won, of course, so we now have a certificate from him to show the insurance people, and the full medical report will be given to Mum on discharge. 

The Daughter then went off to do some work, and we went to the hypermarket. The Hyper U has covered part of its car park with solar panels, so we parked in the shade underneath them until we saw an e-mail from the Daughter to the insurance which meant she had obviously finished work for the time being, so we drove back to the hospital car park - which is much hotter - and met her on the way in. We then had lunch and went up to see Mum.

The insurance rang and had some questions for Mum - I think there are one or two more things they need to do to arrange for her repatriation, but it should happen before the end of the week. I hope. Probably by land ambulance. 

Then we said goodbye to them and headed on. I fell sound asleep for the first bit of the journey, unsurprisingly. I have missed my afternoon naps this week!

Tomorrow the plan is to get up to Calais, and then cross on Wednesday morning, finally getting home on Wednesday evening. I have to admit, I shan't be sorry, for once. 

The aire here isn't nearly as nice as the one in Saint-Junien, but it will do for one night. This is a view from my chair when I was sitting out before supper. 

Summer Break, Sunday 4 August 2024

What we hope will be our final night in Saint-Junien 

This morning the Daughter came for breakfast - my brother preferred to have his in the hotel - and then he came down, too, and they had another cup of coffee.

We decided it was silly to be so near Limoges and not visit it, so we went in my brother's car. We had a lovely walk around the city, and one of the main churches,

which was not, it turned out, the Cathedral, and a cup of coffee in a random café.

Sadly, coming back along minor, rather twisty roads made the Daughter feel rather carsick, which she said sometimes happens in diesel-powered vehicles. I lent her my seabands, which I wasn't using, and we changed places, but I think she was thankful to get back to the campsite ere worse befell! A glass of cold water, a drop of peppermint oil, and a sit-down soon put her to rights.

 My brother went off to see Mum - we had agreed to stagger our visits today so as not to overwhelm her. After lunch, the Daughter went on up, and we went up about an hour later. Of course, we did end up all together for awhile, so we three came away and left my brother - who will have to leave quite early tomorrow morning - to have a last hour or so with her in private.

We came back to the campsite and used the services, and then the Daughter, who had gone back to the hotel for a bit, came and joined us, and now she and the Swan Whisperer have gone for a walk, and I am relaxing until it is time to cook dinner for us all. 

Summer Break, 3 August 2024

Quiet morning. The Swan Whisperer went for a walk and then I did a little shopping, but that was all. 

Went to the hospital early as we had to leave to go to the airport to pick up the Daughter, who has come out to relieve me. My brother has also come out for the weekend, so we all gathered in Mum's room until the uncomfortable chairs got to us!

He is treating us to supper in the hotel restaurant, which I hope will be nice. Right now having a rest and a cup of tea before heading up to the hotel.

Photo from yesterday of a peace banner in the church. 

Summer Break, 2 August 2024

Still at Saint-Junien!

Rather a dull morning, as all we did was a load of laundry (the French do wonderful laundrette in supermarket car parks) as we were going to run out of clothes else. I shopped, and then we bought gas, and that was about it for the morning.

In the afternoon we visited Mum (who is getting on very nicely now, thank you), and then, as it was a lot cooler, went for a walk around the old town, and had a long look inside the Church, which was lovely.

The Camping-Car network has gone down, which makes it very difficult to get in and out of the campsite - I gather it's a nationwide crash, so hope they get it fixed very soon! It was fine this morning when I extended our booking yet again, but had crashed by lunchtime. 

Summer Break, 1 August 2024

Much, much cooler this morning, and although it got hotter in the afternoon. We even had to turn the air-con down a bit when we went for a drive. Our first port of call was a village called Rochechouart, which had rather a lovely chateau,

but the car park firmly said No Motor homes, so we went on, first to a rather pleasant lake and then to a nearby archaeological site, whose name escapes me, but there wasn't much to see there; the Swan Whisperer thought it was a Roman temple, but hidden inside the visitor centre. Our final port of call was another chateau, at somewhere called Etignac. We think this is let out as holiday flats, as it looked lived-in, but didn't say "Private"! Photos on Facebook. 

Back to the campsite via what was supposed to be a scenic route but wasn't, very. Quite pleasant along the banks of the Vienne, though. 

Lunch, and then to the hospital; Mum still in bed, but they hope to get her up tomorrow. She seemed a bit more awake today, which was good. 

The Daughter is coming out on Saturday, which will be lovely - AND bringing my meds with her (she has just been to the flat to pick them up, bless her), and the idea is she will take over from us on Monday, probably, so we will come home on Wednesday; it's possible Mum will be able to be repatriated then, but if not my sister will probably come out. So lots of admin today, but all good stuff!