The last dregs of summer, 15 October 2022

There was the most glories sunrise this morning.

After breakfast we act for a walk round the village, which was very short as St-Macel-en-Mersat is a very small village! The church was nice, though, and obviously cared for, although I don't think it has any source of music unless people bring their instruments.

We then set off and, after shopping and a successful attempt to get diesel, drove up the A71, stopping for lunch in a serious cloudburst, but it did stop raining shortly after we set off again. We are now in a very nice Camping-Car park at Lailly-en-Val, with a community sports ground - people were playing boules when we arrived - a fake and a church. Hope it will be fine for exploring tomorrow. 

The last dregs of summer, 14 October 2022

A quiet day today; we spent most of the morning just relaxing. My insides are all better now, you will be pleased to hear! Eventually we moved on and drove to a Super U some miles further north, where I did a shopping, and then to a service area to have lunch. 

After lunch, I think we came off the motorway and drove a scenic route through the Auvergne volcanoes, but as I was fast asleep at the time, it was wasted on me. Then we arrived at this aire at Saint-Marcel-en-Murat. We stayed here before, back in January 2017, when there was a bitter frost and our pipes froze! Tonight it is very windy and the odd shower, but no danger of frost! I hope we may get a walk round the village in the morning, if the weather co-operates. No photos today, so here is a shot of what Google lens tells me is baby sage that I took at Alès a few days ago. 

The last dregs of summer, 13 October 2022

Not a good day from my point of view, as my tummy went back on me and I felt rather rotten all day. So I only left the van to rinse out some washing that I needed to do to have enough underwear to last until I get home and a day or so afterwards.  There was a mini-helicopter - auto-giro? - on the aerodrome, which was rather fun to watch. 

We had a lovely drive today, though - a gloriously scenic drive up the D806 to the motorway (A75), and then we came off again to visit the Garabit viaduct, and actually saw a train crossing it! 

(This is the Swan Whisperer's photo; mine wasn't nearly as good) We had lunch there - I was beginning to feel better by then  Back to the motorway, and then off again to this aire at Auzon, very near the one in Brassac-les-Mines we stayed at on the way down! The Swan Whisperer has been for a long walk, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and I have been knitting and reading. It is raining again, and the colours are definitely autumnal. I'm afraid summer is over for this year! 

The last dregs of summer, 12 October 2022

It is already Wednesday, and only one week left, so we must start heading north and bid a final farewell to summer.

The sunset last night and sunrise this morning were pleasant, but not spectacular.

We didn't see our nice pig farmer this morning to bid him farewell, as we could hear his tractor some way away. 

We drove into Alès and went for a walk. It is pleasant, but not very photogenic, as most of the old city was razed and rebuilt in the 1960s,with predictable results! The Cathedral is lovely, though,

as was the cup of coffee we fortified ourselves with before returning to the WoMo and heading on towards Mende.

It was mostly a lovely drive, very scenic, if a bit sick-making. We managed to get diesel, which was a relief, and hope we will find some more but might just make it without. 

Shortly before we arrived, the heavens opened and there was a terrific hailstorm! This aire is a bit out of Mende, by the aerodrome, but we were not sure whether the town would be worth seeing except the Cathedral, which looked formidable! 

The last dregs of summer, 11 October 2022

The Swan Whisperer, having said he wanted to go to Gap, changed his mind up and decided to go to Mende via Ales instead. However, as we had spent two separate nights within spitting distance of Brignoles but only visited a supermarket on the outskirts, we decided to visit the town itself. A guidebook of ours helpfully suggested that if you park up in the Casino supermarket car park, it is only a short walk to the mediaeval town centre, and so it proved. I did a small shopping, and then we headed on. 

We had a lovely walk around the town

- there are loads more photos on Facebook - and then headed back to the WoMo to set off on a long drive, mostly on the motorway (I dozed an awful lot of the way, I have to admit!) to a tiny pig farm outside the village of St-Just-en-Vacquieres. 

There was nobody around when we arrived, but the France Passion signs made it clear where one should park, and the owner - very friendly, but with an incredibly strong local accent I found difficult to understand - came up on his tractor to say hello when he arrived. I am not sure if it is a residence or just farm buildings.

Anyway, there is a simply glorious view

on both sides of the motor home and, the owner said, glorious sunsets in one direction and glorious sunrises in the other! Still another half an hour or so before I can attest to the truth or otherwise of that assertion. The Swan Whisperer has gone to look at the pigs!

The last dregs of summer, 10 October 2022

The wind got up in the night and blew the rain away. The sky was still grey, so the Mediterranean wasn't the deep blue one expects it to be, but it was a very great deal less dreich than yesterday. 

Our first port of call was a Géant Casino (supermarket) just outside Cannes where I did a shopping and the SW swept out the van and had his coffee. The road there had been rather sick-making - hairpin bends the whole way - but not really frightening as it was nice and wide and had barriers both sides. 

After shopping, we drove up to Grasse, hoping to stop in the Pak'n'ride and see something of the town. Sadly, though, it was cars only, and although we parked up outside it to have an early lunch, we didn't feel able to leave it there. So that was a bust. 

The Swan Whisperer has some strange idea of taking the Route Napoleon (no, thank you!), but actually drove back west along the motorway (incidentally scoring some diesel which was about 20p a litre than the roadside garages, and even the supermarkets, are selling it for, when and if they have any) and up to this Camping-Car Park just outside Cabasse, but it isn't really possible to walk into the village as the road is very narrow with a lot of traffic and no pavement. So that's a bust, so too. 

I do hate not having a fixed (well, semi-fixed) itinerary, as I have no idea where we will be this time tomorrow, or whether we should start heading north, and how long will this fuel shortage last and so on. But the sun is shining and it is very warm again! 

The last dregs of summer, 9 October 2022

No summer today! It has rained nearly all day, and I don't think I have got out of the WoMo at all. Oh yes, to get bread and Sunday patisserie at the bakery in Le Val.

 Before calling at the bakery, we used the services and spent ages deciding where to go! It seemed an awful waste to be so near the Riviera and not visit it, but it was a horrible road to get there, all hairpin bends and steep drops with no barriers, horrendously narrow! And peeing with rain when we got there.

The SW had set the satnav to take us to Grasse, but the road up was again all hairpins, even though a main road, and I simply could not face it twice in one day!

But then I saw, on Google Maps, a place marked simply as "aire pour dormir", and we drove there to see. Just a large layby, but overlooking the sea, and loads of other motorhomes spending the night, too.

It is now stormy, windy and cold! I just hope this is the worst of the bad weather. The forecast does show it improving!