Farewell Aix - onto Forcalquier in the Luberon - north I think! Easy journey on motorway, just a little hairy moment as Mary the sat-nav found a short cut that involved a hairpin or two through a little village. We arrived at Camping Indigo site just as they were closing for 3 hour lunch break - we were given a map of the site, told to pick a pitch and then come back at 3pm to check in. We had a quick drive round and thought we would park up to check for satellite direction (Monaco GP this weekend).
Picked an empty pitch to park on and found we were up to Sonias axles in soft mud! No warning, no big puddles, no movement at all. A quick wheel spinning moment and we were going nowhere! Enter the helpful Brit camper - who was just about to tell us not to park there as they had had a massive thunderstorm last night - thanks
. We had some slip/skid mats to put under Sonias wheels - these proved themselves totally useless - by this time we had drawn quite a crowd (being this afternoons entertainment!). All nationalities joined in the assistance - German, Swiss, Belgian, French and British. Why don't we do it this way, push from the back, push from the front, you won't get her out of that mate - all very helpful advice! By this time staff were back from lunch break, so planks were then brought into play - still no further movement except further into the soft clay. When brute force can no longer be called upon to relieve the problem we called the 4th emergency service - our European RAC assistance. A couple of quick checks and we were despatched a rescue vehicle from a local town - this being BH weekend there was no one in the town we were in! At 5pm he arrived with the biggest tow truck he could find and a great reluctance to get it to the pitch we were stuck in. Much wheel spinning and gallic shrug and grunts there was no alternative - bring in the big truck and the winch! After a little remodelling of the fir/beech hedges and a number of campers hurriedly moving their cars, the weather changed from sunshine to massive thunderstorm with heavy rain and huge cracks of lightening. A deployed winch helped Sonia inch her way out of the mud. Himself wearing just shorts and now wet to his very smalls, herself offering a wet t-shirt and shorts combo with an attractive mud splatter it then began to hail. After a little more manoeuvring she was released from her muddy prison - oh the indignity of it all, and we moved her to a pitch with hardstanding. Thank you's all round and a quick trip to the bar for a well earned drink, we surveyed our poor camper. After all the heavy rain, the mud had been washed off and she didn't look too ruffled after her ordeal. Plugged her into the electric and showered, changed, had dinner and went for a walk into town.
Now a whole different ballgame - why are there so many people on unicycles? could it be because there is a unicycle festival here in the town over BH weekend. Great band playing in the town square, kids, adults riding around on unicycles - amazing and great fun! Back late and fell into Sonia for well earned sleep.