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| Our first field grown French tomatoes - as good as they look. |
Well we are still here, it’s a
holiday long weekend and with such a great atmosphere it seemed a shame to move
on! The baker’s van arrives at 9am, you can hear him tooting as he drives past
all the campers, stops at the end of the road and we all pop out and buy our
daily baguette. Everyone greets with a bon jour and a smile, a particularly
pleasant way to start the day.
Yesterday was Bastille Day and
there was a really big flea market in the village, with well over a hundred
stallholders. Everyone seemed to know about it as it drew big crowds all day,
suspect it may be an annual event. We joined in and enjoyed meandering along in
the sun checking the stalls out, some were very rubbishy but overall there was
some excellent items on sale. Ian had a good poke around in the old tools but didn’t
find anything he wanted. It was fun just being part of the crowd, and watching
the people as they proudly carried around their buys.
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| Lots of action at the market. |
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| There were some wonderful sets of scales for sale - a bit heavy to bring home! |
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| Taking the dog for a walk. |
Have enjoyed the bikes, yesterday
we tootled around the village then out through a track that took us out to an
overlook of the wide waterway leading into Bordeaux, very muddy and not that
pretty although there were a number of yachts out enjoying the strong breeze.
Today we rode up a rather steep
hill into Mortagne, surprised out how well the bikes go on a longish steep
climb. It was worth it with the view out over the port. Then followed the bike
path out along the flats and down another track thinking we were going to get
out to the coast again but after bumping our way along for quite some distance,
had to give up. There was a huge field of sunflowers beside the road, and found
a few small ones to bring home. Found an empty Bolognese sauce bottle that made
a perfect vase. Somehow feels very homely with my “found” flowers!
The only downside to this camping
area is that the place to empty the cassettes is on the other side of the
waterway, almost a km’s walk away. Either we had to drive the van round to it,
but decided like a number of other campers to put the cassette on the back of
Ian’s bike and ride around with it. Ian tied it on very well, we certainly didn’t
want it slipping off and distributing its load in the middle of the street! Job
done and all good.
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| Mortagne-sure-Gironde |
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| A catch of fish - Ian thought they looked like mullet. |
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| My "found" sunflowers |
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