We are all safely back from France. You didn’t know we’d been? Oh well, do try and keep up!
I am traditionally a Francophobe I guess. I don’t speak much French having given it up in 1984 after only 3-4 years. We visited Northern France quite a few years ago and it was ok, I guess, but nothing very mind blowing. Then about a six months ago my father-in-law (Grandpa Huge) decided to treat the whole of his family to a holiday as a way of marking his 70th Birthday!
He chose France at a place called Camping Les Gorges du Chambon. We had a BALL – it was superb!
We flew into Limoges airport and drove a hire car to spend a week in a caravan-come-rustic wooden chalet with the 4 other families and Grandpa Huge & Grandma Doris.
Six ‘vans’, 12 adults, 12 children (all Hugh’s Grand Children) and glorious weather.
I even drove (being too tight to pay to put S onto the insurance!).
We:
- played in the on-site play park
- canoed
- played on the artificial beach at the river
- swam in the pool
- rode horses (well some little people did)
- went to visit markets
- ate & drank
- prepared a surprise treasure hunt ending at a surprise picnic
- watched a most spectacular evening thunder storm
We all really loved the week.
We stayed on for a second week with Ellie & Paul & family. That was also a lovely week but in a location about one hour north of Limoges.
Some of the photos are appearing on Flickr and will be on the following pages too soon…
Maybe now I am something of a Francophile!
