The day started with a quick pack up, I think that moving the day before’s move helped speed things up and we were off the pitch by 10.

We went into the supermarket for essentials, you know… like wine and orangina!

We headed the short distance to lie de re.  We had only just managed to secure the last pitch (unfortunately without electric), and as we turned up, so did the Turners.  Our pitch wasn’t ready yet so we got the bikes off and headed out.  Sue had bought a picnic so we went into Saint Martin de Re to see the beautiful people with scarfs on in the summer and work out where we would eat when we are millionaires!  The ride was lovely on the flat cycle paths, and only about 5km into the town.  We stopped in the park and had lunch before having a meander around the port.  We went on to the back streets and found the tower we had found a few years ago which was exciting for the children… our children can’t remember going there before and we all enjoyed the panoramic views of the city and the trip up the rickety steps to the top.

We headed down after the bells told us (very loudly) that it was 2pm.  We followed our noses back to La Flotte where we were camping and found a beach for the children to play on.  The tide was on its way out and left some rock pools to be explored.  We got ready and headed back into the town for an ice-cream, it was well timed at the moment when Fraser got a flat tyre.

We made it back to the campsite and onto our pitch.  We are literally next to the pool and the bar (bar with terrible entertainment!) so the scamps had a swim.  We had a  quick bbq for dinner before all getting an early night..  I don’t know who was more tied, us or the children!

We started the day with a pitch move…. as we decided to stay another night in la rochelle we had to move pitches.  Not too much of a drama and worth the effort as we have ended up with a much better pitch than we were on before, and we are further from the roadworks which start about 6am!

Once we had packed up we moved and did the mountain of washing up from last night…. the move has bought us closer to the facilities, which were more of a bike ride away than a walk, so easier for a wee and doing the washing up!

We hit the pool once the new pitch was set up and enjoyed a couple of hours playing in the water.  We had some races and the children threw me in!  With all that exertion we had a leisurely lunch of cheeses and hams and then I had a snooze in the lay bag whilst the children relaxed and stew had a lay down in the van! super lazy!

We tried to make up for it with a trip on our bikes into town.  We cycled into the town and then round the port and harbour areas… they were absolutely vast!  I just can’t describe how many boats were in the marina.

We headed back into the main city and parked our bikes after meandering for about 10KM.   We walked down to the other side of the harbour and looked at the stalls and found an ice-cream shop which was recommended to us.  Well Miranda… you were right!  Whilst we were in the long queue we decided to have ice cream for tea and each had 3 scoops!  they had every flavour imaginable and I really thought that Penny might burst with excitement!  It was totally delicious! I had black current sorbet, with a salted caramel and a white chocolate combination! 

Whilst we ate it we walked along the back of the walls past some really lovely looking restaurants.  We have decided that when we pop back to la rochelle for a weekend without the children, we will go back and eat somewhere in that road.  We went on and found the little beach and sat on a wall and ate our ice-cream.

We decided that instead of having our dinner out we would head back as we were now 90% icecream and just have a late night swim and some sausages!  The children had the pool to themselves and had a really great time. 

We have just bundled them into bed, worn out, sun kissed and ready for a good sleep!

Im just relaxing now, whilst stew does a little bbq and we can have a couple of hours chilling out and chatting about our next adventure!  Tomorrow we are off to Ile de Re, and plan to head out for a nice cycle to the bridge from our campsite… bon soir!

Hello all………Sarah missed some great highlights from today, so I thought I would add an extra post to include them.

Firstly, let’s explore why the forgetfulness!  In an Ant and Dec stylie……Too drunk, it could be you……..Too sleepy, it could be you………..computer ran out of battery, it isn’t you……….distracted due to the remaining Malaria symptoms (see previous blog), it could be you………………….yep, you have guessed it, too drunk (a lethal cocktail of fizzy white wine, red wine and gin!!!)!!!!!

So, today was a little cooler (well this morning anyway), so why not spend a little time making Freckle look good?  Fraser and I took to the task of sorting out rusty chrome.  Now I read some medieval magic that said if you rub rusty chrome with wet tin foil, there will be a transformation……well shiver me timbers, it is amazing!  Fraser and I, armed with a ball of kitchen foil sorted out the hub caps, wing mirrors and headlights, like they were new!  One for the geeks – apparently, aluminium is softer than chrome but harder than rust and rubs it off, even Paul Daniels (god rest his soul) would be amazed at this magic!

So, a lovely drive into La Rochelle.  They are very proud of their roots with roads named after kings of England who ruled here in the past.  The town is amazing and I found myself in the middle of a park, a city square and the back streets, but with one thing in common, the people all loved Freckle!

So we got back with a the Turners making their debut in Freckle.  It turns out Adam is a bit of a David Bellamy in terms of being at one with nature (Sarah thinks Chris Packham is more contemporary)!  Anyway onto Adam spotting, them stalking and catching a lizard, to the children’s amazement.  Not really something we see at home so the kids were v excited.

The final highlight came as the camp entertainment toured the site, drumming up support for the big event of the night.  Tonight he was coming round in an electric golf buggy, with a massive PA system playing some tunes and dressed as Michael Jackson, in the red leather suit!  Trouble is he has a beard and a definite ringer for the Bo Selecta Michael Jackson He He!

We hope the Turner family arrived home safely……..Adam did well ordering a taxi.  Not sure how to be honest, he thought the “person” on the other end was an automated machine……..nope just a Frenchman!!!!!

Bon Nuit xxxx

4.45am…. thats what time the bin lorry came with it beeping and crunching into the campsite. The next time we woke was about 8am to a huge stinky trump from one of the adults followed by a quick exit to the loo! They shall remain nameless!

This site is really fab for many things but it is quite noisey… thats not to say we wouldn’t come back but its got more hustle and bustle than the previous sites we have stayed in. We love la Rochelle and Stew has declared it his new favorite french city. This may seem like quite an accolade but when pressed as to his previous favorite he said he didn’t have one!

We were all up by 8 and directly opposite the campsite there is an “artisinal boulangerie” selling pretty cakes so I popped over for breakfast and some bread for the day.

After breakfast I read the last bit of my book, before having a bit of a clear up and then finally doing my roots. Its fair to say that I’ve not done the best job but I’ve cheated my overly aged hair successfully for another few weeks!

We literally had no food so I went over and did a supermarket sweep of the aisles and got in some nice food for this evening. The children were super excited that we were expecting the Turner children for a play in the swimming pool, and a bbq.

Stew hopped in to la rochelle to collect the Turners whilst the Adamson children waited impatiently. The children played and we chatted and then headed over to the pool for a couple of hours. It amused me as the Turners did not have the required wrist band for access and when the life guard patrolled the swimming pool, Adam sat in his hands! good skills!

A bbq and some wine followed whilst the children played.. the girls painted their hair blue, and a then adam and stew went to Decathlong (again!). Well I say again…. Adam didn’t know anything of this Decathlon of which we spoke! Stew soon saw that as his duty to deal with that!

Soon it was time for bed and without anything to really report on today, we’ve all had a fab day and are feeling very relaxed!

We woke up first thing and remembered it was Sunday…. and so our hopes of restocking the supplies in the van were zero!  I had to go for a 4km bike ride to find a bread shop which was open…. it needn’t have been that long but I got a bit lost, and took a detour.

When I returned it was worth the effort… If i had a sticker for best pastry of the holiday it would go to that shop! Yum!

We got ready and headed over to the pool.  When we got there there was Euro pop blasting out whilst a guy jumped about excitedly offering an aqua aerobics session.  Luckily after the session they kept the music going… as it was quite fun.

We had a chat with the guy that followed up from the aqua aerobics guy, his job was to do swimming pool games!  We decided that Mr Hargraves would  be very good in this role as basically it involved wandering around the pool chatting to people on holiday! I just read my book but stew and the children enjoyed watching the fun.

We got out the pool and headed back for a little time out of the sun.  Stew decided he would head over the the decathlon across the road, as we had only been to the shop 3 times so far in the last 2 weeks!  sadly it was closed.

We had a bit to eat and I washed some clothes and some other exciting jobs, and we got ready to head into the town.  It was more straightforward this time as we knew where we were going!  We weaved through the streets and parked our bikes by the marina.  We walked along the quay side in the sun and saw the harbour tower where the diving had been done from the day before.  All trace of the excitement was completely gone already.  We decided we would head up the tower to have a look how high it was.

The first interesting thing that we learnt was that La Rochelle had been an autonomous city, and went from being English to French a few times over the years!  The building itself was incredibly well maintained and restored, and was fascinating to wonder around.  It was both a royal residence and a defensive fort and had been built so the royals didn’t bump into the soldiers along the corridor.  It was the first building to have 2 spiral staircases so that one could be used as a service and the other for the residents.  Stew was impressed that this building technique was around a few thousand years ago and is still used now!  It was also used from time to time as a prison.

On the top where the diving took place the floor was uneven and the walls low!  I was terrified, and got sweaty feet in my flip flops and made sure that the children kept both their feet on the ground at all times.  I don’t know how they came up with the idea of even jumping off the side let along doing hand stands!!

Once our feet were back on the ground, we decided to hit the shade again and refresh with some cold white wine.  we ordered a small caraf of wine and sat by the boats.  The Scamps have been rather taken with the human statues at the various places we have stopped and there were loads in la rochelle.  So they spent a happy 20 minutes pretending they were statues before going and using their french to order ice creams and sat by the sea wall to eat them.

We had another wine and then got the bill and regretted it! it was nice wine though, and we learnt to look at the menu before ordering wine blindly or they might give you something which, though very delicious costs more than a meal for an army.

We walked back around the marina and stopped and watched some street artists, in particular a group of street dancers.  They were really good, and even though they had to pause a few times to let the odd bus through, they were very entertaining.  Fraser got pulled up from the crowd, and stood up for a few minutes looking nervous, before bursting into tears as he didn’t know what they were saying.  In the short time he was up there, the turners were walking past and looked over, thinking I’m sure that looks like Fraser!  So the children watched the rest of the show together.

After the show we headed for some food.  We picked a restaurant with a lovely view of the towers and chose the set menu.  The starters were an assortment of seafood and flame grilled prawns in brandy sauce, so we shared a bit of both.  Main course was steak with pepper sauce and the yummiest chips!  I don’t know how the steak in France always looks so rough and tastes so good… I wonder if its cut in an opposite direction to the UK?  anyway it was delicious!  For dessert I had cheese and stew had a profiterole as big as penny head, filled with ice cream!  It was an amazing dinner with a stunning backdrop.

We headed back to the bikes and cycled home. Straight to bed for all of us when we got back, and the children were asleep in seconds!

Last night we mainly packed everything away so that this morning we were able to get up and head off. Stew popped over to reception in the early evening and they told us that the french school broke up today and that the traffic on the road was expected to be busy.

As I mentioned previously we were headed to La Rochelle to have a look at the red bull cliff diving, so we wanted to ensure that we had enough time to set up and get sorted.

We set alarms for 7, and after a night of listening to an owl hoot close by and catching bug bites i was feeling less than energised. By the time we got up we were packed and on the road after washes and teeth in about 20 minutes. We hit the bakers down the road and headed for the ferry to Royan across the river.

We got to the ferry exactly as one left after having fought our way through the (non existent) traffic. So we had a wait of about 45 minutes whilst we ate our pastries. Getting on the ferry Freckle decided to stall a number of times, protesting at the early start and the need to move before running for a minute or so, so when we ended up blinking the exit to the ferry for all the passengers I was slightly nervous that we might hold up proceedings!! I allayed my worries with a coffee and looking at the lovely scenery. I have forgotten to add that at the port whilst waiting there was very nearly a moment of a caravan reversing into a Quashqi in a manoeuvre which took about 20 mins and added much entertainment!

We left the ferry and the landscape of the Aquitante and Medoc behind. We swapped the sandy fields of vines for a more marshy salt flat and oyster beds and some pretty fields of Sunflowers. I think we passed a famous cyclist/triathlete!

As we watched the mileage decrease on our approach to la Rochelle we were still in a very industrial area! I was particularly concerned when were were 0.1 miles away and in the middle of a large shopping centre. We arrived at the campsite and as I approached reception with some trepidation and a mantra that we could move on if we wanted after one night, i was pleasantly surprised. The campsite was well laid out with an amazing pool and restaurant and was very close to the local amenities!

After setting up quickly ( we are getting even better at it each time) we headed over to the swimming pool, a fab facility with hot tub, slides and a large swimming pool. We had lunch and prepared to go out, following a short trip to the supermarket to replace some lost sandals! They were not replaced due to artistic differences but a couple of bottles of wine and some orangina were bought along with some hairdye to deal with a critical roots issues.

We packed up and followed the instructions for the cycle path with lead straight into town so we could rendezvous with our friends. Unfortunately it wasn’t quite as obvious as it seemed and we took a detour, but found our way in eventually, with my improving french being required to ask two old ladies and a zig zag formation through the beautiful streets of La Rochelle as we neared the destination. The outskirts of the city are functional and not pretty, but once in the centre the buildings and streets are breathtakingly beautiful and we quickly found our destination.

After dropping the bikes off in a garage we headed into the marina, firstly to buy ice-cream and secondly to soak up the atmosphere and enjoy the views of the redouble cliff diving championships. We found a shady spot and as the grounds and the atmosphere built the height of the 27m diving board seemed to grow in equal measure. A truly breathtaking spectacle to see… literally making you wince each time one of the divers took off for their performance, and then huge relief each time they landed and safely surfaced. We were keen to support the Southampton diver Garry Hunt and he didn’t disappoint with some spectacular dives, winning the competition.

After heading back for dinner with the Turners, we got on our bikes and hoped that the journey home would appear more straight forward! it did and there was even time to think about where we would go to look tomorrow if we made it back in.

The children wasted no time at getting into their beds tonight and I don’t think that I will be far behind. We have noticed with travelling 100 miles further north that the temperature has dropped a little.

A fabulous way to celebrate 11 years of happy marriage and with some lovely people seeing something quite spectacular!

I got up excited about my cycle to the bakers… i’d been thinking about my pastry since yesterday morning!  I was also excited as we had decided that we wanted to head to Montalivet market today.  Im sure I have bored you all with the story before…. but when I was first pregnant with Penny we came here for a weekend.  I saw a load of old men sitting on milk crates eating oysters off a plastic tray, drinking white wine that was so cold there was condensation on the outside of the glass.  I’ve never wanted to eat anything more.  Several times since then we have tried to get to that market and for one reason or another I’ve ended up oyster-less! I was hopeful as I had done the appropriate research today!

We had a map and decided that we would cycle.  It was showing as cycle paths all the way, and we added them up and it looked like 10km.  We thought the children would be fine with that and set off.  Quite quickly we realised that it wasn’t actually in KM it was miles so a bit of an error, but by that time we were committed!  With only one short spell on whinging and one minor incident where penny left the route we arrived 16.4km later in Montalivet!  We quickly located the specific oyster stall I had my eyes on, bought the children a lolly pop each and wasted no time in buying the oysters and wine.  It was every bit as delicious as I had hoped.  With limited space in our fridge, we can’t actually fit a wine bottle in, so cold wine is quite a challenge.  Given the temperature we have been experiencing too it’s been a little too much for it and so our fridge has struggled to take the heat off the milk!  Cold Cold wine tasted so good!

We had a walk around the market and then headed to get Stew his food heaven.  Its called an Americane and they can only usually be found in the tackiest of seaside resorts in the greasiest looking burger shack.  Basically its a combination of a chip buttee and a beef burger with loads of BBQ sauce on inside a big bit of french stick!  Once found, it was swiftly dealt with, and we moved on to the children’s food heaven in an icecream parlour.  We walked down to the beach to let our lunch go down and decided to head back before hitting the beach as a 16km bike ride, slightly damp and salty didn’t feel like a good idea.

As we got back to the bikes Fraser wanted to know what our time was for getting there, so that we could try and beat it on the way back! Thats our boy!!  1 hour and 4 minutes there…. 57 minutes back! As penny says…. BOOM!

The children are having a well deserved rest whist Stew does the same and I catch up with some work and other bits.  Off to the beach shortly for some more wave action and I think probably another BBQ tonight.

We are going to pack up this evening so we are ready to hit the road early in the morning (when I say early, I mean by 10ish!) as we are moving on.  We have changed our plans slightly as we learnt its the Redbull cliff diving finals in La Rochelle on Saturday evening.  We changed our campsite booking and are going to get on the ferry first thing so we can get there and find a good spot.

Catch up soon.

Firstly I need to remark on my dramatic recovery.  It would seem that I’ve found the antidote to malaria and it is a nightnurse tablet and a good sleep!  On reflection maybe it was just a cold but I did feel really unwell, I even turned down wine!  Im much better today and feeling ready to take on the world again!

The day started with a short cycle to Amalie Plage where there is a small bakers selling THE MOST amazing pastries and bread.  We got a selection…. Stew had “been meaning to try” bordeaux cakes, which are basically little apple cakes covered in a caramel coating.  The phrase when used by Stew usually applies to crisps, and so I thought he deserved a treat!  We had our heathy pastries, bread and chocolate spread (have I mentioned that I have always said I hate chocolate spread… this is in fact a lie and I have deprived myself of it for the last 23 years… its lovely! who knew?!).  I made some rolls for lunch and we set off on our bikes. 

We are staying in the municipal site at Amalie Plage, about 2.5 miles from the centre Soulac, but like everywhere around here the cycle paths are amazing and so it was a nice ride into the town.  We had a look in all the shops, had a look at the church and then stopped for a coffee.  We headed back to the beach and had our picnic whilst Stew fixed a puncture on my bike!

The Children played on the sand but the sea was too rough for swimming and the lifeguards weren’t letting anyone in.  We headed back along the cycle paths to Amalie and headed to the beach.  Swimming was very much the order of the day here and we spent a happy few hours playing in the sea, playing bat and ball and collecting pretty stones and snake tusks (fraser found them… they just looked like sticks to me!)

Back at the campsite we had a bbq, and the children played with some french children, and I had a gin and tonic… in the background we could hear the waves on the beach and the sun was shining…. perfect.

After dinner the children did the washing up! (thats not even made up!) and then Fraser and Stewart headed to the beach with a fishing rod, whilst Penny and I redid our nails and soaked our feet! (and I had another gin!).  The boys returned minus the fish, with Stew having sneaked out a cold beer and fraser stripped off naked for a splash in the sea as the attraction of playing in the waves was too much!  A quick shower and they settled down for bed…. with Penny sleeping in the tent for the first time.

Bonjour mes amis, C’est Stewart ici……….Sarah is poorly!

We woke this morning to a thunder storm – welcome you might think after the really hot days we had had the past few days, however, we had done a full load of washing last night and it was out on the line drying…….or getting wetter!!!!

So, morning time in Freckle showed a worsening for Sarah’s cold, she spent quite a bit of time coughing, sniffing and sneezing in the night, she really was quite ill. There had been suspicion that her cold like symptoms could have been Malaria from the many mosquito bites she had……she thought the disease may have travelled from Africa from the immigrant launches which made it from North Africa to France, then flew north! A few day/night nurse tablets were quickly consumed to alleviate the “Malaria” symptoms (though she really is actually quite poorly though, poor Sarah).

By this time the sun was again shining and the washing was rearranged on every bit of upright equipment we had and moved across the road, into the sunshine to try and dry the washing. We then started the pack up for a move to Soulac.

We managed to bribe the children to doing some of the packing up jobs with a swim before we went. All went well and we paced up nicely and I popped on my budgie smugglers (ready to whoo the ladies by the pool) and we headed off to the pool. They missed out, no one there, we had the pool to ourselves!!!!!

A quick change and we were off, through the roads once again of the Bordeaux (Medoc) region. Just so many Chateau’s with vines as far as you can see, it is lovely. They are all so uniform in their planting, straight rows of nice neat plants, beautiful.

We arrived at Soulac-sur-mer mid afternoon and found the site easily. Really empty here with loads of pitches not being used……yet…….we are lucky to be away now and before the main school hols. Sarah had a quick lay down to fight off the Malaria and the rest of us chilled – me trying to finish a book……..yep a real book!

Early evening was Oysters and nibbles time – we had stopped on the way to Soulac. We had a dozen Oysters, some olives, anchovies, peanuts and of course french bread! All of course with little vin!

After a few nights a bit away from everywhere, tonight was dinner out night. We popped on the bikes and cycled to a little “plage”, L’amelie. A lovely little row of shops and restaurants, not far from camp, right next to the beach and the crashing waves of the Atlantic. Sarah and I had Moules (of course) and the children had another good kids meal. I followed up by being a fat boy with a cafe gourmand – the best pudding ever FACT (another thanks to Andy and Emilie Heissig on that one)!!!!!! Luckily (not really) I had two willing small people who wanted to share my four small beautiful puddings!

So end of the day, small people asleep. Fraser is in the tent on his own again, with Penny in the van with a whole bed to herself (she really has it cracked there). We are sitting out with less bugs, listening to some Europop (from a beach party we seemed to have not been invited to)! Sarah is willing herself through her “Malaria” and hopes to be back tomorrow to stave off the boredom of my updates

Bon Nuit tout les monde!

Another blisteringly hot morning. Stew took the children for a swim after a hearty breakfast of Eggy Bread and the french version of bacon (France you are good at many things but milky coffee and bacon are not them!).

I was well into my third book and decided my time was better spent nursing my sore throat and having a read. I got the Freckle ready for a quick get away when the Scamps were done swimming. I had done some research and decided that a vine yard tour was essential, and I had found a place that offered a tour in english.

Chateau Larose Trintaudon offered a tour, and as one of the largest vineyards in France and the largest in the Medoc we had to pop along. We pulled into the impressive gates opposite the chateau and parked in around the back…. As we approached the front doors with some trepidation we weren’t sure what to expect. a few years ago we had tried with no success to have at tour of a vine yard and do some wine tasting. We approached the counter, and were greeted by Pacal who spoke great English and offered us a personal tour starting immediately. The building was vast and air conditioned and he suggested given the heat that we stopped past the vines and had a look at the grapes and he would fill us in on the history of the Chateau when we were in the tank room.

I was intrigued by the fact that the vine yard was owned by Alliance and we were told that a number of vine yards are being bough by financianal and insurance institutions. I guess its a safe bet!

The history of the chateau was interesting too… during the late 20’s it was a bad time for growing wine, so a Russian Tzar bought the chateau, ripped out all of the vines and decided to graze cows on the land instead. As we had discussed a day or two earlier that you didn’t see many cows around these parts, it was explained to us that the land is very poor for grazing animals and is much better suited to vines. I have since read that the whole area was a tropical sea around 50 million years ago, and the sediment that remains is what gives the bordeaux wine its unique teroir, and the soil its sandyness!

They grew 3 grape varieties on the site, with the predominance being Cabernet Sauvignon grapes, with less Merlot and Petit Verdot. I was interesting in whether they water the vines as it had been super hot for a number of days. The mark of Bordeaux wine is AOP, i think its like champagne having to come from champagne… if they water the grapes they cannot have their AOP certificate if the vines are older than 3 years. Pascal was telling us that the head wine man has to make a decision if the crop looks like it will be ruined, as to whether they loose the mark for that year. The same he said applies to the organic wines of the region, as due to times of large rainfall (such as France experienced in June) the crops can get mildew and they have to decide to loose the crop or use pesticide on it. At this particular site they had 165 Hectares of vines. They also had 2 other chateau in the region. Here at Larose Trintaudon they picked the vines using machines and sorted the grapes in a similar way. At their other sites they did it by hand, and reading between the lines it created a more premium product. They picked each of the grape varieties on a set day, and then processed each grape type separately. Once it was fermented and bashed up a bit, they recirculated the wine through the pulp and tannins so it was all very well mixed before draining the liquid into barrels. They then pressed the pulp which was super strong and concentrated and also stored in the same way. Once it was appropriately aged ( for their signature wine it spent 12-14 months in the oak barrels) it went back into the tank room to be blended. This was when they mixed the 3 grape varieties together and then added the concentrated stuff if it was needed. That was where they made it taste like wine!

We left the tank room and headed over to the barrel room. It was huge, with 3400 barrels of wine each barrel containing about 300 bottles. The children though it smelt horrid but we thought it smelt great! The barrels were mainly new or had been used once before so they looked lovely. Then it was time for the tasting.

We tasted the white wines which they trade, though don’t make and then moved onto tasting the reds. We noticed that the best recent years were 2010 ad 2009… the year Fraser was born. We were interested to know if this wine would keep for Fraser to drink when he was old enough. Pascal advised us due to it being a good year that it should be good for another 10-15 years if stored well. The children had found the visit really interesting and were really engaged with it so it felt great when we found a box of 2 wines, one from 2009 and the other from 2007, Penny’s birth year. We have bought them and will put them away for another day to reread this blog in a few years time and drink the wine with them!

Whilst we were tasting the wines the scamps had a sniff and had their own glasses of water to taste! There was also a corner full of toys for them to play with which meant when it was time to go they were as disappointed as we were.

We also bought the Christmas wine! In what is becoming an annual tradition for us to find a magnum of wine we love from our holiday for Christmas day. We went for the 2009 again as it did taste lovely!

A fab experience we all enjoyed and I would highly recommend visiting if you are ever in the area.

When popped into the supermarket for supplies and ice creams, before heading back for a swim and cool off. A BBQ for tea before my bug bites got bug bites in the evening!