After possibly the longest lie in of Fraser ever (10am) we finally woke up…. and Stew and I went for a run… again!  There must have been something funny in the air!

The children went to the shop and came back with 3 pain au chocolate that we hadn’t ordered (they need to be pre ordered the day before!!) now I think that Fraser probably just tried his luck and asked for some!  (you have to pay on collection Sarah B in case you think that have fallen to your levels of theft!!) but after a run, however long, the addition to breakfast was most welcome.

We packed up our camp, and I made eggy bread for breakfast.  This is one of my France tips: I learnt from Gemma H!  I keep the little bits of bread that get left over at then end of the day for a day or two and then make eggy bread with them… they were totally yummy!  I even managed to put on a load of washing before we moved off the pitch and went for a swim.

We left the camp and filled up with fuel… not because we needed to, but because the fuel gauge on freckle is broken and we know we are good for 200 miles from full!   I hopped into the supermarket to grab some supplies, and we were ready for the off!

We decided that due to road speeds we were no better off going the motor way.  Apart from being a more expensive and less scenic option, freckle simply can’t go fast enough to make the extra distance we need to travel in the time that is advised!  She is 60 MPH max! 

We headed along the road and about an hour into our journey we seemed to pick up a roll as the tail rider in a cycling road race!  The pack passed us and we had to follow them around the route!  Everyone was please to see freckle as usual and we waved to our fans!!  We even got stopped going out of the campsite by a man who has a T1 in Germany and wanted to show us his business card with a photo on.  Parked in a car park today a man bought his SLR camera and sat in a camping chair for about half an hour telling his little boy about the vans and taking photos.

Eventually we arrived in Archachon after travelling for 9 miles along the bumpiest road in france!  Seriously…. expectant mothers should know about this road.  The pitch is quirky and the sun is shining.  We are set up, the kids have made themselves a space camp (who knows?!) and Colin the BBQ is cooking us all up a fest!  A chilled evening in the Archachon sunshine ahead.  I keep having flash backs to the last time we were here every time the golf buggy man drives past Hargraves!!!  It makes me shudder each time!

Bon Soir mes Amis!