The Course of Caravanning Never Did Run Smooth… but today, Mr Cock Up taught us a very important lesson!
We arrived back in Portsmouth at 18:30 on a golden October evening and were first off the ferry! Marvellous. All we had to do was drive for an hour or so to Verwood, get pitched and relax for the evening.
5th September. We seemed to be oscillating backwards and forwards through time.
From the Lozère, we went from Gallo Roman, via Celtic to Prehistoric at our destination on the River Vézère, a tributary of the Dordogne.
Summer also changed to Autumn as we drove through the Parc Naturel Regional des Causses. Deciduous trees bordered the parched, golden fields with rims of blood red foliage. Neolithic Dolmens and Menhirs abounded. It was a complete change from the dark, secret forests of conifers that we had left behind.
Summer re-joined us as we crossed into the Dordogne. Temperatures soared once again into the 30s, while lush, green forest clung to cave-ridden limestone escarpments above the river.
Today, the early heatwave that had made the papers miraculously exchanged itself for a Severe Weather Warning. It was a big day. The day we were to collect Caravan Kismet. I can’t tell you how delighted we were to have been blessed with such perfect ‘Introduction to Caravanning’ weather! Continue reading “Carry On Caravanning – Part 2 The Maiden Voyage”→