Booked this place in advance as it is very popular and got there in a couple of hours after an uneventful treck up the motorway. Being a Sunday again every motorway aire was packed whether they offered shopping and fuel or just picnic tables. It looks likee travelling in France on a Sunday has become impossible if a stop is needed:

Wandered aimlessy around town on Monday after picking up some provisions and crossed the rickety old Passerelle Marc Seguin to Tournon and back again.

Tain-l’Hermitage from the Tournon side

What a carry on – can’t go any further south, west would take us to Spain, and north looks very dodgy weatherwise, so back to Avignon via a supermarket, as we have no food or wine:

Unfortunately supermarket absolutely rammed, nowhere to park this thing, and even if we cold park we would have needed sleeping bags while waiting at the checkout. No more supermarket shopping before noon from now on. Then the satnav lost its mind and tried to take us to Spain.

Chaos at the pumps trying to fill up at the motorway services as well. French screeming at one another, horns blasting non-stop, a French man wearing a woman’s sweater in a white Arran pattern doing his nut in an attampted macho style and failing. More swearing, tooting and screaming. After 30 mins (at least) a car length from a pump, filled up in 5 mins and on our way. Maybe the French have’t got used to automated pumps. I have a dash-cam that I never use – wish it was switched on for this performance as it would have gone viral.

Easier journey than the last one – apart from the Wind:

Argelès-sur-Mer, yet again.  At least it’s warm, sunny, and we can sit outside with a glass.  And the van didn’t get half wrecked getting on  the pitch.

What a ridiculous and epic journey. Failed to get into two campsites and then went random and found a campsite really not optimised for bigger motorhomes. Finally manouvered into pitch with much help from some Dutch and another Brit.

This is not the Montblanc adored by those winter types – it is a small backwater somewhere near Beziers with only a few shops and a bar. The campsite is nice enough with decent showers and toilets.

Got the bus to Beziers on day two, which turned out to be a typical French provincial town with not a great deal to interest tourists.

Beziers – in France

Cathédrale Saint-Nazaire

Turns out getting out of this campsite was even harder than getting due to horrible hedges we nearly took with us, and not helped by stupid  parking at reception, and even stupider caravaners who thought  it would be a good idea to arrive before 11:00am.

Don’t think we’ll be back here.

Travelled to Avignon on Sunday. Madness. Every motorway services rammed, even the small Aires. Got to Camping du Pont d’Avignon shortly after 4.00pm to find chaos – staff run ragged, constant arrivals, nowhere to park. Eventually got a non-electric pitch for the night with two more days on electric:

Weather better and spent a couple of days wandering aimlessly. Avignon has great public transport links and much to see, so we really must spend a week here sometime armed with a plan.

The usual tourist pics:

Palais des Papes

Le Pont d’Avignon