Day 4
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Honfleur, Normandy, France
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Gray morning. We managed to get the World Service but they went on and on about swapping Russian spies with American ones and we didn't hear the weather forcast. However, the German chappie in the motorhome two doors down said the sky would be flashing today – I said 'Donner und Blitzen?’ and he said ‘Yes, yes’ and looked at me in a new light, which he then switched off to save energy. Anyway it’s not donnered or blitzened yet and it’s ten to seven in the evening.
We drove all the way down the coast from Morlay to Honfleur today, crossing the Seine at Pont de Tancerville and not the huge Pont de Normandie. It’s the long way round but prettier and cheaper than the Peage. On the way we stopped at Brighton (true – check it on the map, it is near Caveux-sur- Mer) where we climbed a dune to see the sea, but still couldn’t see it as it was behind another set of dunes.
We bought salady stuff at Mers-le-Bains and diesel at €1.09 – just under a pound. That was where we invaded Macdonalds to connect on to the Wifi and eat chocolate muffins.
Not many places to stop for lunch (lunch as in; french bread and tuna in the van – not a nice little bistro) as the French seem to have planted all the spare space with crops for which there is no name – well mostly.... This year there is a lot of golden yellow stuff that looks ready to go straight into a breakfast cereal box.
Once we crossed the river we looked out for suitable campsites but only found the one we are in now – Camping Domaine Catiniere near Fiquefleur which is near Honfleur, but not near enough to walk – so we will go there tomorrow.
Chicken’s in the oven and salads in the fridge with the wine so we are soon to be fed. Marion was naughty on the ferry and bought cheap Pimms and Chocolate. We forgot to buy the lemonade today so it’s just chocolate tonight.
Hammered Marion at crib, again – we went to the boule piste but it was occupied by really old but really brilliant boullists, so we slunk away concealing our boules.
