Villeneuve-Loubet to Amboise

15. Apr, 2016

FRIDAY 5-6-15

It was another lovely warm sunny morning. I was awoken at about 0530 to the sound of jets taking off. It sounded like the much smaller executive jets and a number of them took off in quick succession. But then I suppose if you lived along this coast and had enough money you could take off in your personal jet and given the flying time to the UK, be at a meeting in London at the start of the business day. Oh how the other half live.

We were up and at it, as we wanted to get down on the beach this morning one last time before it got too hot. Rosina had a bit of washing to do before we set out.

Down on the beach it was lovely and quiet with the sea almost like a millpond. We sat in front of the local sailing club's complex, and this morning we were entertained watching probably about thirty 7-8 year old school kids being given an introduction to sailing. We first noticed them being towed back slowly in lines behind inflatables with outboards. There were two kids to each very small sailing dinghy with sail aloft. It was interesting to see the skill of the staff as they bought each dinghy in to the shore using the inflatables running alongside them. After they were all ashore it was a real team effort to get all of the dinghies up the beach and in to the compound. It was lovely to see kids enjoying 'school' and just shows they can learn lots even when away from the desk. I can't imagine anything like that happening back home these days given the pages and pages of risk assessment forms that would have to be filled in to satisfy 'Elf N' Safety’ and the schools insurers etc.

Whilst sat on the beach we have decided that God-willing we will return to this area, and we'll do it at the same time of year, because we have decided that we'll bring our folding bikes next time, take them on the train to Monaco and actually cycle around the Grand Prix circuit days after the race.

Rosina stopped by in the supermarket for a few bits on the way back to the campsite, then after lunch we set about preparing for 'lift off' tomorrow. Rosina sponged and brushed the large exterior mat we laid down by the door. It really has been a boon and stopped most of the dried small leaves off the trees and tiny grittty stones from being trodden in to the vehicle. I for my part gave the outside of the vehicle the best clean I could, working with just a bucket, sponge and some Fairy Liquid. It had been so long since I'd tried to clean it and much of the dirt on the bonnet was getting baked on with the heat, and I dread to think what the roof looks like having been under these two trees, one of them being a pine, for about ten days.

After our evening meal we took another stroll down to the beach. It really was a lovely comfortable temperature and as a consequence there were lots of couples and families down there enjoying the evening. It was almost like 'let the tourists have it during the day and fry, and we'll have it in the evening when it's far more comfortable'. We both wished we'd come down here earlier in our stay so that we could have done the same.

We hit the road again tomorrow heading towards the Loire Valley, an area we like, before moving on to Arras and then Calais for the 16th and our ferry crossing.

15. Apr, 2016
15. Apr, 2016

Family fishing at Villeneuve-Loubet

15. Apr, 2016

THURSDAY 4-6-15

Today was 'Play tourist in Cannes' day. We were up at about 0730 so that we could make an early start as the weather forecast predicted blue skies and 25°C temperatures, and from our experience on this trip they seem to predict a bit on the low side, it was far more likely to reach something like 29°C.

I think we were on the bus at about 0845 which was pretty good.

We arrived in Cannes at about 1000 and it was already very warm. There didn't seem to be a huge amount to see there. Yes it was all very nice, it had a couple of marinas, one for super-yachts and one for predominantly sailing yachts, but everywhere along this coast seems to have that, it's probably me but it's all looking a bit samey.

There was the location for the Cannes Film Festival of course. It's a theatre which is an impressive modern building, which also houses a casino. I was feeling peckish and so we sat down very close to the building for a crusty filled baguette, which came to about €9 for the two. We joined an elderly couple of chaps at a small table who, it turned out lived there (and probably together, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean? Know what I mean?).  They told us that when the Cannes Film Festival is on, the steps up to the doors are covered in red carpet and the whole area is cordoned off. They said that these days you don't get to see much of the 'Stars'. They said Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie stay in next door Antibes and arrive by boat. These people really do live in a bubble and take themselves far too seriously. I mean acting, I'm sure there's a bit of skill in it, but it's hardly nuclear physics, or cardiac surgery is it? Or that new science that will enable them to implant a brain cell between Wayne Rooney's ears. Granted back home we have 'Red Brick' University qualifications in 'Media Studies' and 'Drama', but that just tells a prospective supermarket employer 'Drama - likes to wave hands about a bit, so ideal for shelf stacking. 'Media Studies' - likes to sit around - Till operator. I bet Angelina Jolie hasn't got a degree in 'Media Studies' or 'Drama', but then she's not the one stacking tins of baked beans in a supermarket is she?

Incidentally I've heard that 'Yorick', the skull geezer in 'Hamlet' is up for ‘Best Actor’ next year.

We continued our lwalk along the promenade. The one big difference here was SAND, it was a beach with sand, lots of it. We hadn't seen the stuff since we left southern Croatia. I think it may well have been trucked in though as all along the beach, about two hundred yards out were man-made sea defences lying just under the surface, which I concluded was to stop any rough seas coming in and washing away the sand. Either way it was very nice to see, and it was appreciated by the holiday makers as there were loads of them down on the beach.

When I said 'one big difference' I really meant two. The second was incontinent dogs. I've never been anywhere before with so many dried up dog pee stains (well ok our campsite, especially outside our pitch has a good few), but worse still yellow puddles everywhere. Nobody seems the least bit bothered, it's the norm, everybody just steps over them or walks around them, and sometimes through them. Local restaurants make no effort to wash them away, most disturbing. Not only that but it's the types of dogs in places like this. Not so much dogs more 'Hairy Rats', the very worst kind, the kind that if a chap back home owned one and took it to the local pub, either walking or tucked in to his pocket, maybe even with a bow in its hair, and, upon the arrival of the local 'Hells Angels' chapter, could reasonably expect them, upon sight of the 'dog' perform an unspeakable and unnatural act upon his nether regions since, with a dog like that, he was clearly 'gagging for it'.

We eventually arrived at the second marina, the one with the super-yachts, on the edge of town, when we concluded we'd seen enough of how the rich indulge themselves and that what we wanted was a drink, and so we made our way along the back streets running parallel with the promenade. We eventually picked on a small place with a few tables and chairs outside and sat down. The owner asked us what we wanted and we ordered two beers, one large one small, and a serving of fries. Now I'm sure I saw on the wall-mounted menu that a serving of fries was €3, anyhow when Rosina asked to pay we were charged €15 including the beers, which was a rip-off; it wasn't even a smart place.

So Cannes was nice then. I didn't think the architecture was anything like as impressive as Nice, but Rosina felt it had more of a smell of money about it. Well it did, it had fifteen Euros’ of ours.

This evening has been spent with me typing this whilst The Chef prepared a salad with cold potatoes peeled and micro waved rather than put in to a saucepan with water (a little artistic input there from her driver (10 minutes, at 800W, no water added)).

Tomorrow will be a rest day and it is likely that we will move on the following day, Saturday, up in to the Provence region for a bit of a Drive-Thru, then on to the Loire region.

It's not yet dark, the evening is lovely and warm, she's still outside reading MY book, but I bet when she comes in she's going to beg me for more 'Doc Martin'.

15. Apr, 2016

THURSDAY 4-6-15

Today was 'Play tourist in Cannes' day. We were up at about 0730 so that we could make an early start as the weather forecast predicted blue skies and 25°C temperatures, and from our experience on this trip they seem to predict a bit on the low side, it was far more likely to reach something like 29°C.

I think we were on the bus at about 0845 which was pretty good.

We arrived in Cannes at about 1000 and it was already very warm. There didn't seem to be a huge amount to see there. Yes it was all very nice, it had a couple of marinas, one for super-yachts and one for predominantly sailing yachts, but everywhere along this coast seems to have that, it's probably me but it's all looking a bit samey.

There was the location for the Cannes Film Festival of course. It's a theatre which is an impressive modern building, which also houses a casino. I was feeling peckish and so we sat down very close to the building for a crusty filled baguette, which came to about €9 for the two. We joined an elderly couple of chaps at a small table who, it turned out lived there (and probably together, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean? Know what I mean?).  They told us that when the Cannes Film Festival is on, the steps up to the doors are covered in red carpet and the whole area is cordoned off. They said that these days you don't get to see much of the 'Stars'. They said Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie stay in next door Antibes and arrive by boat. These people really do live in a bubble and take themselves far too seriously. I mean acting, I'm sure there's a bit of skill in it, but it's hardly nuclear physics, or cardiac surgery is it? Or that new science that will enable them to implant a brain cell between Wayne Rooney's ears. Granted back home we have 'Red Brick' University qualifications in 'Media Studies' and 'Drama', but that just tells a prospective supermarket employer 'Drama - likes to wave hands about a bit, so ideal for shelf stacking. 'Media Studies' - likes to sit around - Till operator. I bet Angelina Jolie hasn't got a degree in 'Media Studies' or 'Drama', but then she's not the one stacking tins of baked beans in a supermarket is she?

Incidentally I've heard that 'Yorick', the skull geezer in 'Hamlet' is up for ‘Best Actor’ next year.

We continued our lwalk along the promenade. The one big difference here was SAND, it was a beach with sand, lots of it. We hadn't seen the stuff since we left southern Croatia. I think it may well have been trucked in though as all along the beach, about two hundred yards out were man-made sea defences lying just under the surface, which I concluded was to stop any rough seas coming in and washing away the sand. Either way it was very nice to see, and it was appreciated by the holiday makers as there were loads of them down on the beach.

When I said 'one big difference' I really meant two. The second was incontinent dogs. I've never been anywhere before with so many dried up dog pee stains (well ok our campsite, especially outside our pitch has a good few), but worse still yellow puddles everywhere. Nobody seems the least bit bothered, it's the norm, everybody just steps over them or walks around them, and sometimes through them. Local restaurants make no effort to wash them away, most disturbing. Not only that but it's the types of dogs in places like this. Not so much dogs more 'Hairy Rats', the very worst kind, the kind that if a chap back home owned one and took it to the local pub, either walking or tucked in to his pocket, maybe even with a bow in its hair, and, upon the arrival of the local 'Hells Angels' chapter, could reasonably expect them, upon sight of the 'dog' perform an unspeakable and unnatural act upon his nether regions since, with a dog like that, he was clearly 'gagging for it'.

We eventually arrived at the second marina, the one with the super-yachts, on the edge of town, when we concluded we'd seen enough of how the rich indulge themselves and that what we wanted was a drink, and so we made our way along the back streets running parallel with the promenade. We eventually picked on a small place with a few tables and chairs outside and sat down. The owner asked us what we wanted and we ordered two beers, one large one small, and a serving of fries. Now I'm sure I saw on the wall-mounted menu that a serving of fries was €3, anyhow when Rosina asked to pay we were charged €15 including the beers, which was a rip-off; it wasn't even a smart place.

So Cannes was nice then. I didn't think the architecture was anything like as impressive as Nice, but Rosina felt it had more of a smell of money about it. Well it did, it had fifteen Euros’ of ours.

This evening has been spent with me typing this whilst The Chef prepared a salad with cold potatoes peeled and micro waved rather than put in to a saucepan with water (a little artistic input there from her driver (10 minutes, at 800W, no water added)).

Tomorrow will be a rest day and it is likely that we will move on the following day, Saturday, up in to the Provence region for a bit of a Drive-Thru, then on to the Loire region.

It's not yet dark, the evening is lovely and warm, she's still outside reading MY book, but I bet when she comes in she's going to beg me for more 'Doc Martin'.