I wondered if I was going to be able to get away again seeing as the ugly face of Covid is threatening everything again. But here I am, in the Auvergne region in central France, an area of extinct volcanoes and stunning natural scenery. I’m just spitting distance from the small town of Murol, on another really nice little campsite. I don’t know if it is just luck that I pick these nice sites, cos there are certainly some bad ones around. However, pod is parked, the awning is up and Maggie is very happy with her surroundings….anything with new smells and new walks HAS to be a good thing, surely?
For once I’m not “Nigel-No-Mates” and there are plenty of people on site. To be honest I had totally forgotten that it was the first week of the school hols, so there are plenty of happy campers with their little darlings running and screaming around and obviously relishing their new-found freedom from class.
Well, I am totally exhausted from my 4 1/2hr drive and the hard slog of setting up camp. Haahaaa! Having been cooped up for the journey, Maggie and I have just been for a 5km walk and now I feel some reward is in order. Sorry, did someone say it was wine o clock?