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Some Delicious Lunches, and an Unwanted House Guest

We’ve been to a restaurant just outside Ruffec a few times now – it’s an old water mill that’s been nicely redone into a lovely restaurant that has really excellent food.

There’s a little white resident dog that wanders around – very cute but could use a bath.

After the first restaurant visit we popped up to the nearby town of Civray – it was a very important town for the resistance in WWII.  Since it was just past Remembrance Day there were still some beautiful flowers around the base of the war memorial.

The town also has a very old church that goes back to the 1100’s.  As usual I went in for a look while Colin and Max stayed outside.

There seemed to be many different styles of decorations, some of which were quite lovely, but overall the effect was a bit of a mish-mash.

We made a couple of visits up to the charity shop in Sauze-Vaussais – mostly for jigsaw puzzles and books, although they also have hundreds of DVDs and CDs.  It’s almost all Brits that volunteer there and shop there, and as it’s a charity for animals dogs are welcome.  Max always gets fussed over where ever we go.

Max still loves going to the campground for his daily run-around – he ventures off on his own and runs back and forth to us from time to time as we walk too slowly for him.

The rain every few days has kept everything nice and green…

…and the town has put up their Christmas decorations.

The Penalty Bar has had two very nice lunches – the second one was my favourite as it started with Coquille St Jacques, followed by whole baby chicken, then a lovely cheese plate and dessert.  I accepted a shot of cognac but Colin had to partake of it for me – he also had my dessert.  The lunch was followed by karaoke – Edith has quite a good voice but the other folks that got up and sang left a bit to be desired.  One lady was somewhat ‘entertaining’ as I think she had a more than a bit of wine with lunch, but she looked like she was having fun.

The local cycle club is celebrating its 130th year and had a really interesting display in the town library.

We did have one little bit of ‘excitement’ with a small visitor.  Colin noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye one evening – it was a mouse!  As we didn’t want to kill it we went to the garden centre the next morning and got a ‘live trap’ that we set with some of our precious cheddar.  It was a very crafty little thing, however, and three times managed to get the cheese out without triggering the flap.  We were finally successful in the end by baiting it with a  couple of half-open hazelnuts.

Colin let him out under a bush next to the parking area in front of the house – I hope he finds a warm dry place for the winter, as long as it isn’t back in the house!

We left for Spain on Dec 24th and had two quite long days of driving, although the traffic wasn’t bad and there was no ‘border’ check entering Spain. We arrived at the house on Christmas afternoon and it was so warm on the back terrace that I ended up in shorts and flip-flops – although it is not always so nice. It does get quite cold at night, although not yet below zero. I’m still getting lettuce, chard and collard greens from the garden and look forward to planting more than just the one raised bed in the spring.

Logrono for Rioja, Rouillac for Sausage

Colin had some more appointments in France so he and I headed back up in early/mid October.  We stopped in Logrono as usual to pick up a few cases of Rioja.

As we were staying overnight in the large camper parking area just north of the river we took the opportunity of going across the pedestrian bridge and walking around the ‘old town’ a bit.

We stopped at a bar in one of the main squares and had a drink, then moved along to another one.

We were actually hoping to find a nice tapas bar but perhaps were on the wrong street.

In any case we had another drink, then Colin got a frozen yogurt cup from one of the many yogurt shops.

We kept seeing folks passing us carrying guitars, etc – they were buskers as that seems to be a big thing here.  Also we were approached by a couple of beggars – also seems to be big here.

Logrono is an important stop along the Camino so there are lots of statues and signs along the way.

After a fairly quiet night we were on our way early in the morning, passing by Bordeaux with no problem, and arriving back in Mansle in the early evening.

After reading for the last couple of months about all the rain and crappy weather in Mansle we seem to have timed our return right as we’ve had relatively nice weather. We even got out for some bike riding which felt very good – it’s hunting season here so I did use a high-viz vest.

We spent one Sunday going to the monthly market in Rouillac – it’s a huge one and was very well attended.  I actually made a purchase – some new black track pants.

On our way out of the market area we stopped and got some fresh beef sausage – excellent for lunch with new potatoes and peas.

The following weekend we returned to the same area and went to the Roman ruins ‘Les Bouchauds’…

…which has a large amphitheatre and sanctuary, and is still an active archaeological dig site.

The amphitheatre is built into a hillside and there are fabulous views from the top.

The bike ride we went on a couple of days after Nov 1 – All Saints Day in France – all of the local cemeteries had loads of new fresh flowers, mainly chrysanthemums.

As we went through the village of Monpaple on the way home that same day we heard a loud noise – it was a flock of cranes above us heading south for the winter.

Rio Luna again, Water Issues again, Pogacar Dominates again.

Having already decided to skip Saturday’s stage that ends in Villablino we went north on the same road that goes there, but then turned east to our ‘go-to’ campground Rio Luna.

In our years and years of traveling in the campervan we’ve been to dozens of campgrounds – and Rio Luna is our very favourite.

We’ve been there several times now and will drive miles and miles out of our way just to stay there – we love it!  It is very basic with showers, etc and a bar and also has many lovely hiking trails and very few children – a big plus for us!

Also they will let the dog in the bar and put the Vuelta on the tv for us – as long as there’s not an ‘important’ soccer game on.

We got to see Michael Woods make an extreme effort and get a triumphant solo mountain stage win on Friday – excellent!!

We took a couple of nice short walks, had some excellent coffee and just relaxed for a couple of days in a lovely place.

We left our little paradise on Monday intending to take it very easy on the way back to Saliente.

Taking the motorway for some time we covered a lot more ground the first day than I thought we would.  We took a different route than on we’d done before and went through some very lovely countryside.

Getting back to the house was great in some ways, and not so great in others.  We both love the area in general, and the house in particular but once again water was an issue.

We went over a week with no water, resorting to fishing jugs of water out of the pool so we could flush toilets.  And of course the day after getting some agua from the tanker guy the co-op finally delivered also.  At least we’re topped up and are considering getting another large tank installed for a backup supply.

We managed to get a small fall crop of veggies planted in one of the raised beds – little seedlings of lettuce, kale and onion, as well as seeds of carrots, beets and chard.  It’s nice to look forward to harvesting our own food even though it’s only a few things for now.

We’ve had some fierce winds as well as some lovely sunsets.

A few days ago we took a day trip to the village of Gorafe – a place we’d seen on a video about the cycle race along ‘The Badlands’.  The route is both beautiful and brutal and passes through a desert and down to the coast.

Unfortunately at this time of year there’s not much happening – Colin asked a local lady where a restaurant was and we found it by following the voices from above (it wasn’t really marked but we could hear talking through the open windows).  They weren’t doing lunch but the owner was kind enough to make us a small plate of tapas so we didn’t starve.

We stopped at a restaurant we’d passed near the highway and did get a good lunch – as usual we were almost finished as more and more folks arrived to eat.

We also need to replace the pump that moves the water from the upper tank into the house – it’s not pleasant to be partway through showering and have the water die out.  Luckily hitting the reset button on the pump is getting it going for now but a new one the doesn’t stop spontaneously will be nice.

We enjoyed watching the cycling world championships on tv and were so happy when Remco Evenepoel won the time trial and Tadej Pogacar won the road race – and in great style too having gone on his own with just under 100 km to go.  He’s going to look very good in the rainbow jersey for the next year!

Vuelta – Montana de Manzaneda

The drive on Wednesday to Thursday’s mountain finish wasn’t too far – the GPS told us to leave the road we were on a little sooner that I expected but we were headed in the right direction so we kept going.

After several km we came to the village of Paraisas where the road turned into a bit of a goat track more suitable for mountain biking.

We were sure that the race couldn’t be coming through here but some locals told us that the village of Cova was indeed ahead and so we continued on.  We joined the proper road only a few miles further and knew we were now on the route.

The turnoff up the final climb was, for once, well marked as it’s a local ski and hiking destination.  We drove all the way to the top and were pleased to see a very large paved parking area – perfect for the team buses and tv crews, etc.

Not wanting to be right at the top we went back down a couple of km and pulled into what looked like a perfect spot with lots of room and separated from the road by a metal barrier.  There was one other vehicle there at the time that turned out to be a family of hikers who ate lunch then left.

We had a nice relaxed afternoon until a moto cop knocked on our door and told us we had to leave.  He said we could go towards the top of the climb, then take the road to the right.  We could park there and take the chairlift down in the morning to watch the race.  We weren’t that keen on the idea but did go partway up before turning back, as did several other campervans.

We ended up backing onto the edge of a small dirt side road where we parked for the night.  We were joined by another campervan and by the next morning a few cars as well.  I still like seeing the younger fan riders making their way along a route…

By later afternoon the whole lane was swamped with cars as was the main road – we all agreed that the organizers were stupid!

So many excellent places for campervans and cars to park and they banned us from them all.

They erected a banner just below us showing that we were 2 km from the finish and a cute little boy wrote in chalk ‘Mate’ several times in front of the entrance to our lane.

By 5:00 some of our neighbours were pouring wine down their throats from a wine skin – they did of course offer me some (I did, after all, have the rah-rah skirt on). 

I wasn’t as proficient at the pouring as they were, but perhaps with practise…

The entrance to our lane was eventually blocked completely by a police car, which was ok as I don’t think anyone else could have squished in.

The first racer arrived just before 6:00…

…with the main bunch about six or seven minutes later.

A few minutes after that I saw the Canadian champion’s jersey of Michael Woods coming so I quickly took one (slightly crappy) shot of him and for one very rare moment let my camera go and screamed ‘Michael Woods – go Canada!’.  He actually looked my way and smiled as he went by.

Shortly after the race had passed we were one of the first ones back out on the road, passing by all of the team busses that were parked in all of the nice wide pullouts on the hill.  Very strange that they weren’t at the top where there was so much room.

We drove towards Ponferrada and stopped in a large parking area just off the secondary road we were on – much quieter that a couple of nights ago!

Finding the Vuelta

Leaving the lovely park in the morning we tried once again to find the climb on the next day’s route.

We knew we were on the right roads part of the time but just didn’t know where all of the turnoffs were as nothing was marked yet.  We back-tracked to Baiona and decided to go a bit west just for fun – once again we’ve found the Camino! – 150 km to Santiago.

And there’s a parking area with fantastic views of the ocean and a lovely smooth foot/bike path.

We stopped to take in the views and I laughed a bit at the fact that some folks, when presented with breath-taking vistas choose rather to look at their phones!

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After a bit more to-and-fro we were once again heading north along the coast when we saw a large group of riders making a turn inland – today is the rest day and it was the entire Movistar team doing a recon of the final climb and then down into the finish.  The road was not marked and if we’d timed it differently we might still be circling the area!

There were quite a few nice wide places to pull over so we got a bit ahead of the team so I could hop out and take some photos.  They were very happy to see us and Enrique Mas posed for a photo with a team-mate as they rode past.

We found a spot for the night on the route and finally relaxed now that we knew we were on the right road.

In the morning the fellow from the campervan that was parked near us was busy putting Belgian flags up everywhere, and he had a lot of them!

We put a few of ours up as well, and as usual as the day progressed more and more fans showed up parking where they could along the road.

There was a bit of excitement at one point when a fan coming down the hill on his bike crashed and the ambulance had to come.  There were police with flashing lights directing the traffic and the ambulance took the guy away up the hill – it seemed like a collarbone or shoulder injury so hopefully not too serious.

The race arrived right around 5:00 with Wout van Aert in the lead (we found out later that he won the stage).

Roglic and some of the other main contenders were about five minutes behind.

As soon as the race passed…

…we started to pack up and were on our way to our next chosen race watching place for Thursday.  We made it to the city of Tui and found a Lidls to stock up on food, then continued on past Ourense looking for a stopping area along a secondary highway.  We did find a place to stop but it was one busy little road and the cars and big trucks just whizzed past all night long – not much sleep happened!

Across Northern Spain and on to the Vuelta

We finally got out for some bike rides, going several times to Aunac for coffee.

We also got a load of nice dry firewood for the winter…the pile looked huge,

but between the two of us we got it neatly stacked in about an hour and a half.

We try to take Max down near the campground at least every couple of days so he can run around off-lead – he’s got a lot of energy!

After Colin having a bone-scan and getting his most important prescription filled we left for Spain again on a Thursday afternoon, making it along secondary roads almost to Bayonne.  We stopped for the night at an Aire, then took a very convoluted route following the GPS to cross the border south of Saint-Pee-sur-Nivelle.

We ended up on a very winding road up and over into Spain, then finally hit a more main road north to Irun.  What followed was a long day of driving along a motorway, heading further and further west all the way past Gijon.  We planned to find a nice quiet town or village near the ocean but got a bit of a surprise.

The coast is lovely, but must be a magnet for the locals as the beaches were totally packed and there was absolutely no place to park, especially for a campervan.  The town of Lluanco for instance, had a beautiful beach but was so crowded we immediately gave up and drove around the point and a bit further on the motorway and then away from the coast to the town of Pravia.

We crossed the river and found a very nice parking area off the main road and stopped for a well deserved quiet night.

The next day was a much shorter drive westward along the north coast to Foz, stopping at Ribadeo for fuel and groceries.

We’ve been to the campground just west of Foz a few times now and they have decent wi-if and nice hot showers, although no laundry.

I did get to see the last part of the day’s Vuelta on the tv in the bar – they’re still somewhat south but are coming north in a few days.

It wasn’t too terribly far the next morning to our destination of Baiona (where Tuesday’s Vuelta stage ends) and we arrived early afternoon.

Once again we found it very crowded and nowhere to park.

We hadn’t intended to stay the night anyway so ended up trying to back-track along the route to what will be the last climb of the stage.

Well…talk about an excersize in frustration!  The GPS was useless and because my mobile wi-fi device was out of data we basically drove around and around the general area and finally gave up and stopped for lunch at one of the few places that actually had room for a campervan to park.  We watched the day’s Vuelta stage on their tv until we noticed that they were closing up and we had to leave without seeing the end.

After trying once again to find the route the GPS led us up a perilously narrow road that we had to stop and back down very very slowly.  I got out and directed Colin as he had to keep on a very precise line to avoid falling off the pavement on either side.  Luckily we made it safely and headed back to a large park we’d seen along the way and settled in for the night.

The area has large amounts of open land upon which both cows and horses roam freely so drivers must be aware – several of the horses came around in the evening to browse near the campervan.

Lazy Days in Sunny Spain

The trip back to Spain in late June was pretty good and we made it in two days as usual.

We stopped not far from the border before crossing over to buy some sheep cheese from a local producer, and it was delicious.

Getting back to good weather was great, and having the sun shine every day was wonderful.  We had a few high winds, and as usual have been dealing with water issues.

We ended up getting the tanker truck up to top up the pool, and also the lower tank as getting water from the co-op is kind of hit-and-miss at times.

We thought we were going to lose a bunch of the new oleanders but we got the water delivery just in time.

Also, the pump from the lower tank to the upper died so we had to get a new one – the new one was defective so had to be exchanged for another one, and that one only lasted a week or two.  Luckily the store we got it from is very kind and took the pump back and we got a different kind from another store.

Then the pool pump wasn’t working, but fortunately it wasn’t the pump that died, just a ‘condenser’ that was cheap and easy to replace.

Colin and I both had a health issue – he had a UTI and spent most of one day at the hospital to get a test, then wait for the results and get a prescription for antibiotics.  My illness was similar to what happened in the spring and I wondered if it was covid, or perhaps a sodium deficiency – many of the symptoms are surprisingly similar.  In any case I was tired and had no energy for several days but luckily it passed and I seem fine.

Max seems to like it at the house as he can easily jump over the wall and go exploring.  He has three favourite places to go – up the steep hill to the east of the house, up the track past the neighbour’s house (he gets their dogs barking so we usually know if he’s over there) or else down on the rambla.  

We don’t Iike it when he goes on the rambla as he has to cross the road to get there but he almost always comes running if he hears me whistle.

The Tour de France was better than usual, and Tadej Pogacar won in very convincing fashion, with Remco Evenepoel coming third overall.  Then the Olympic time trial and road race were both won by Remco – it was great to watch!

Saying goodbye to my fur-baby we once more had to return to France for Colin’s prescription.

It was quite funny going through the tunnel on this route – leaving sunny Spain and several km later entering foggy France.

Having enjoyed the sheep cheese so much we got some more on the way back, this time a more mature/robust one.

We took a slightly different route than when we came down, following smaller roads rather than taking the peage so we did see some new sights along the way, including some interesting roundabout displays…

…as well as some roadside statues…

Arriving back in Mansle we were glad to find that the almost constant rain we experienced in June had finally given way to nicer weather.

Cabin Fever, Then Green Light!

The town’s ‘beautification’ project is starting to show – some of the bushes are blooming and look just lovely.

The river has risen and flooded again as the rain just keeps coming and going.  The date of opening for the campground keeps changing – usually it is May 15 but with all the rain it’s been delayed – the most recent news is July 1…I guess we’ll see.

As we were both starting to get cabin fever we took a little trip to the coast for a couple of days, heading to the Ile D’Oleron (just south of Rochefort), which is accessible via a bridge.

We found a lovely place to camp that was about 100 meters from the ocean – almost all of the other campervans had dogs, and most of them also had bikes.

The island has many great walking and cycling trails.

At the north end of the island is the lighthouse.

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We went to the town of Boyardville for lunch and you could not get fresher seafood – I bet the mussels were harvested that morning.

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We spent another quiet night at the aire, then left for home around noon, taking the coastal road almost all the way to the bridge.

Colin had two very good appointments – one with his cardiologist and the other with his oncologist.  So now we finally have the green light to get out of town again!

Back to France and Not Getting to Italy

We had to return to France again so Colin could refill his most important prescription – they’ll only give him four weeks at a time because of the cost.

The trip back was pretty good and we took basically the same route as we did the last time at least until we got past Pau.

We stopped before the border to have a bite to eat at a nice pullout in the Valley of Aragon – a very pretty area.

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Crossing the border we encountered evidence of the recent protests such as the upside-down town signs, although without the tractor blockages.

The flooding at the campground and hippodrome has mostly gone down…

…and the irises in our terrace boxes are flourishing.

We got a new pressure washer and I finally had a go at the terrace – what a difference!

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I didn’t get Colin a cake for his birthday so I (quite reluctantly) made him one a couple of days later.  My first-ever cake was a success!

A lovely carrot cake with cream cheese icing – a bit too sweet for my taste but if I ever make another one I’ll use a lot less sugar.

We’ve had water coming into the spare bedroom with all of the rain – looks like we need some work done on the roof.  We have poly and towels over the bed and on the floor to try to mop it up.

We’ve been working on our ‘to-do’ list and the most recent accomplishment was hoisting Colin’s vintage 1965 Viking ‘Severn Valley’ that he raced on successfully in ‘65 and ‘66.  It’s now hanging proudly above the lounge.

And since we can’t make it to Italy as planned we’re watching the Giro on TV.

Flooding in France, Lack of Water in Spain

The town of Mansle is doing lots of ‘beautification’ work – putting in planters and some lovely cobbled sidewalks, etc.

It’s a bit of a pain while the work is being done but should look great when it’s finished.

The nearly constant rain has caused the local rivers to flood and the Charente is no exception.

We can’t take Max down to the campground for his run anymore as it, as well as the hippodrome next door are completely under water.

Colin goes out each Wednesday afternoon driving the ‘pickup’ car for the local cycling club and I’ve developed a habit of popping down the the kebab shop for a donair and fries to eat while he’s gone.

Max is ok when he’s with me but he does look for Colin.

They’ve completed pruning back the trees around the square – it’s amazing that in a few months they’ll be shading the whole place again.

The trip back down to Spain was good – a bit of rain on the way but not too tough.  Getting back to the house was great – and the weather was so much better than it had been for weeks in Mansle.

There’s still a lot to do in the garden – getting water at first was a bit of a pain, but once the local orchardists and farmers started using it again we had no problem.

The pellet burner was great – having it on for a couple of hours a day gets the radiators heated and the whole house gets warmer.

We haven’t been out on our bikes at all, and both Colin and I were struck down with covid (we think).  He got sick several days before me and we both lost almost two weeks being unable to do anything.

Max has settled in very well – he just needs at little more exercise to work off some of his energy.  He’s a very well behaved fellow with an extremely gentle disposition – I think Colin lucked out with him.