They grow loads of lavender here. Fields and fields of it.
- Location: 44° 18′ 26.95″ N 5° 22′ 54.85″ E
never pass a pisser, never trust a fart, never waste a stiffy.
They grow loads of lavender here. Fields and fields of it.
This place is basic but they have their own beer. Clearly is really a brilliant place!
So the weather seemed to be against us for a run through Switzerland. It was going to be Wet Wet Wet. Also without a lead singer! We could have headed for the mountains but we would see no views. Even with breaks in the rain.
We deliberated after studying the weather maps and decided to head south. We took the Peage too. I know, sacrilege. But we got down to Nyons and now the bad weather is above us. Planning on heading east behind the weather.
So nearby to Nyons now. Nice town and plumbed for a quiet little site next to the river. Idyllic.
Finally arrived after 5 hour ride. Roads were slooow.
I asked for a room with a view…
Sootys tent when lit up.
I had a bad night with panic attacks from 3am to 5am. Not nice. Ended up walking around the campsite a few times.
The night sky was amazing as thee is very little light pollution here. Not seen that for quite a while.
Not so hard ride today across the French countryside. A little flat at times and this is our 2nd day of 3 riding across France. Big country.
Weather has been good to us though.
It’s getting harder to find campsites and the new rule is ring ahead no matter what Google or Archie’s says. We arrived at one today to be told by the owner they had shut their season early. Brilliant. Didn’t bother to change their advertised closing dates though!
But found a fab little site in the middle of town. Opposite a Lidl’s.
So it’s potatoes again along with shedded cow. Oh the joys.
Loire Valley for our first night. Balloons are up. Surprising really as it’s a little breezy. We did notice they all seemed to return to earth quickly. Hope they are ok. Ooooer.
Alas Mick is there this year. Decided to scarper to Corfu instead. In a hotel of all things.
Now we know why. We are a pan missing! He must have stole it last year. Mmm.