Result, and we crossed at Irun, noting the crowds of French motorhomes and cars visiting the garages and supermarkets, obviously taking advantage of cheaper prices. And what better to do on a bright Sunday morning?
But time was pressing, with a need to cover some miles and our target of Bergerac was still some way away. Biarritz and Bayonne went by on a somewhat familiar road, until it all very nearly went badly wrong when a young lad dashed out into the road right in front of us, chasing a ball........
Suffice it to say that Terry's reactions were spot on and we managed to avoid him, although the bang suggested that his ball didn't survive! Bet he needed a change of underwear though, we nearly did! So, slightly subdued, we stopped shortly after for lunch.
The difference between Spanish and French roads suddenly became obvious as we headed north on long straight empty roads, in fact it got a tad boring and as the weather was grey and overcast we were beginning to feel a little down - the holiday was coming to an end. It became apparent that we were not going to make Bergerac within our normal time frame and as there did not appear to be many stopping places we started looking at alternatives. The netbook showed us a place on our route so we stopped to investigate but, although it was okay, we felt we could do better. Another aire showed up about 5 minutes away, off route but a canal side setting appealed so we went looking. And we were very glad we did because it was beautiful, peaceful and only half full, worth the effort of actually maneuvering into a spot without driving into the canal....
And as the sun had come out, it cheered us up no end.
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