Well, I have earned my Yorkie bar! I have driven The Big Rig in France for the first time, including a successful reverse and a few incipient snakes when overtaking lorries.
As we left Penthievre, the plan was to go down the coast of Brittany to the Atlantic islands; Iles de Ré, Noirmoutier and Oleron. We decided on a whim to turn east instead of south and go inland. Our happy 6 weeks in Penthievre meant that it was now the mad, mad month of August and we figured that inland would be a bit less busy than the beach. Continue reading “Avanton, Poitiers – Pays du Futuroscope”→
Greg, our Best Man asked us if we think we will survive this trip and I must admit, I do wonder. Our caravan learning curve has certainly involved a lot of destruction, although Mark calling me clumsy is like the pot and the kettle. He came in from windsurfing looking a bit sheepish. “I just had to self-rescue…” he admitted. He had forgotten to screw his sail to his board, so when he gained a bit of speed, the whole rig had come away in his hand!