This should be a photo of Norman Foster’s spectacular Millau bridge – for that’s where we are – in the Camping Car Aire at Millau
This is the river at the other side of the valley. We had a pleasant walk along here yesterday when we arrived and had that very welcome cup of tea.
Of course we couldn’t go very far because there was no way I was going to unpack the pushchair for the dog…you haven’t heard about the push chair for the dog? Nor do you want to I expect, but on holiday, me, the dog and the pushchair become good friends and I am used to the pitying stares, smiles and sometimes interesting comments. A necessary evil if we want to walk for more than 15 minutes.
After all, she is old and likes to be with us and she has been good company so what can I do? But here we shall be staying for one night, so no grand unpacking. The weather is lovely and mild, the WiFi on this aire is excellent – we can watch the TV and the electricity for the oil filled radiator is all in with the price.
That was yesterday on the the sunny drive from home…
Day 2 of the holiday.
I love holidays – that was always what I said and thought when I was at work…and oh yes, so much younger, when leaving my comfort zone wasn’t a problem – it was exciting…and when adventures were part of life and not like nowadays when an adventure is a crisis and definitely means something has gone wrong…
I still love this idea of setting off for the Spanish sun, driving the camper van, stopping for picnics, seeing different scenery, and yet I can’t quite explain why the edge has been taken off it – you’ll have to bear with me on that one – it must have something to do with old age and decrepitude and of course the elderly person’s anathema – fear!
It’s a Thursday so why did I write ‘Happy Friday on the text to my daughters today? Once you’re away in the camper van then time loses some of its regulation – I mean after all if you can’t sit down at 7pm French time to watch the BBC news at 6, then all is nearly lost.
This morning started off damp and grey and January like – for why else would be journeying to Spain?
A pleasant walk into Millau where they are trimming all the plane trees – there are two this shape in one of the squares and they are a wonderful shape for giving shade.
Shopping for bread, croissants, pizzas and stuff to rub on inflamed gums and a mouthwash and we are ready to set off for St Jean Plan des Corts. We know the campsite there and have stayed a good few times. This is getting boring and time I stopped.
My quote for today is this one, and apologies if I put it on before but there is no internet here so I can’t look back and see. I thought I would wish this for our daughters
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”
― Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay