Having written a couple of innocuous blog entries moaning about the weather etc, I thought it about time I told you some of the joys of our trip so far.
Rosie has spent little time in France and so we planned the journey south to take in places that I know and love and places that I would have liked to see if I was not thundering past in a 38 tonne truck.
We spent some time in the Charante because I worked there 20 plus years ago. We stayed in Cognac for a couple of days and spent time ferreting around the old town. The electric bikes we bought are a godsend and make it easy to go off and explore. As I said in a previous post, the tourist side of Cognac is closed for the winter and so we decided to move along. To this end we went to St Fort which was a nice place to stop and spend a little time riding our bikes through the vinyards and stopping off a St Palais du Nė to show Rosie where I used to work.
I said in my last post that we went to Bordeaux, but we did not stop. The plan was to find somewhere close to the city to park and then explore the town on bikes, but unfortunately we could not get close due again to all the camping places being closed and so we went to the coast near Arcachon and watched the sun set over the bay.
The next day we headed off in a south east direction towards Carcasson. The reason we are going that way instead of straight down towards Bayonne, is to avoid big mountains in our quest to spend a few days in Barcelona. The drive took us through the wonderful forests of Gascogne and across into the Cathare region to our stopping point alongside the Canal Du Midi in a town called Trebes, which is just a few kilometers from the beautiful city of Carcasson. The most amazing Medieval walled city I think I have seen.
As we have trundled south, we have been struck by the regional variations. In the UK, go three or four hundred miles and the houses are the same and the people look the same etc. In France just 50 miles can totally change the landscape, house style and the people. Previously I have been dashing through the countryside at 50mph for 10 hours a day and France has gone in a day and a half and all I have interacted with are the staff at a truckstop. It is nice to drift through the land and to cover as much or as little distance as you wish.
As a grand PS, we went for a walk along the canal du midi yesterday and spent 20 minutes watching two otters playing in front of us. Totally unafraid they swam within two feet of me as I grabbed my camera. I will have to try to post some pics on Flickr but my battery is just about to die.

Love and Peace
Rosie and the Merman