The reality the dream

We were supposed to go on the 5th, but due to the “quiet” party and millions of other things we forgot, we postponed it to the 6th, cost £10 but well worth it.
Set off about 9’ish and after a couple of reverses got going. Saw Mark posting on Freshfield and he wished us well.
Arrived at Dover and parked awaiting the 1:55 pm sailing.
Terrified at getting on, but it was OK, and getting off the same. Headed for Disney park outside of Paris and got there about 9:30 pm but the “Esso” station parking was way too small so parked outside the main gates, after driving around cos GPS was confused and I ran a red light! Worried a bit for parking outside gate and expecting the Police to show up and send us on our way, until about 7 other motor homes, and 2 cars, turned up for the same reason! Bottle of suds (Champs) and a couple beers and a great nights sleep.


Up first thing, drove the wrong way to get out and following GPS drove through the bloody centre of Paris! Tricia said “head for the E10”, I said “its says Paris centre!”
Crossed the Seine a couple of times and finally on to the E10 “saff”.
On to the A10 and 250 miles later made our first stop at and official “aire” stayed in a field next to a hotel called Scorpion, oops forgot about bloody GPS leading us down a very minor road and having to do our first 3 point turn! Getting into the place was not straight forward so Tricia gets out and stops all the traffic so I can get in.
Had dinner in “hotel”, 45 bloody €’s, off season my arse! Getting out was a bit fraught but made it OK, getting out with 5+ tons digging in to the grass field was different!
Long drive and crossed Milau Bridge (€28.40), what a sight though but.
Next stop was an aire/Motorhome dealership in a secure field with electric etc in Massiac, about 40 miles south of Clarmont-Farrand on the N9. €10/ night inc. waste disposal which was a first! Three times I emptied the bloody “hog” with piss and shit all over the place, where does it all come from?


The GPS decided to get the final 2 miles was via a VERY minor road. Stopped just off slightly minor road and Tricia walked it to see if it was “navigable”, came back and I set out to walk a bit further and it looked OK except for one right hander that looked tight and it was!
Found a local super market and had moulles and fish salad washed down with suds, again!
Leaving the site was fun, the GPS first took us through a village where I really thought we would get stuck in, and then up a dead end road which lead to a 6 point turn.
Next was a 280 mile run to Bonterra Park, where I’m writing this. Motorways are OK but small roads a real pain, but made it OK, this is what it’s all about anyway.
Pulled into BP and after choosing our site took a “little time” to get in there, mainly due to lots of trees and a Teutonic twat of a German not moving his car so I could get in OK and then pointing out my crap parking “it stinks”. Later on, while scowling at our rig, he and this missus were in a small tent, he fell over on the gravel, how I laughed! Karma baby, karma.
Sunday, spent most of day “tidying”, empting the bloody waste hog, where does it all come from?
Went for a walk along the glorious beach, 25ºC and light breeze. Tricia’s toe started to rub in her new plimsolls, I said we should go back,”no it’s too nice!”. She walked back in the sand sans plimsolls. Suds then bed, after watching our 4th “Darling buds of May”.
Monday 11th May, finally figured out what was wrong with the electrics. Apparently the batteries are not being charged on the mains hook up. As I had brought along a spare battery charger (who would have?) wired it in with hook up and voila!
Went into and got lost in Castellon de la Plana, the local town (as big as Newcastle!) Bought table and lounges at supermarket and found a LIDL!