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Mousy
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I leave you all alone for a day and you end up having erotic thoughts, French lessons and highlighting perceived grammatical errors! What are you like!
We broke camp in Geraudot after 2 days of swimming in the lake and an unexpectedly long bike ride. We feel rested and restored enough for the 250 mile drive to Annecy. If we weren't meeting friends there we would happily stay in this area. I'm concerned that heading further south it will become hotter and we are all still wilting in the heat. We aim to leave at 9.00am so naturally it's past 11 by the time we drive off. Sat nav is co pilot on iPad being charged with its new cable, we are good to roll.
We pass huge acreages of wheat fields,stretching to the horizon golden in the sun, no hedgerows but every now and then interspersed with groups of trees. Gradually the landscape changes to more trees and wooded valleys, we leave the arable farms behind and enter a land of forests, mountains peak at us from the horizon and the 5 hour drive is soon over. We drop down into Annecy, by now I'm fed up with listening to the boys musical tastes so my iPhone gets synced to the Bose and the sound track to pitch perfect blares out, the look of horror on their faces is priceless, it's Glee and I pretend to know all the words and songs actions.
After another supermarket sweep and a fuel refill we remember to fill up with water on the way into the new campsite. Our drills are getting better although doing anything in this heat is exhausting and makes us all fractious. This campsite is busier than the last with lots of young children, I fear we have left the laid back vibe behind.
Our pitch is at the end of a row next to the meadow with the mountains behind. we can hear English being spoken, why is it always nicer listening to French, Dutch or German parents berating their kids on holiday? I guess cos you can fool yourself that they are having a good time. In English there is little doubt.
It must be catching because 10 mins later whilst laying the table one of the boys grabs a loo roll to take outside. Oh Please! I've got colour coordinated napkins that match the awning, what are they thinking? After a tense supper of left overs masquerading as a pasta bake i realise I'm loosing the plot, it all feels like hard work again and small niggles are getting to me. I take myself off to the lake for a swim and have a serious word with myself. It really is beautiful, the sun is slipping behind a mountain on the left and to the right is a yacht with beautiful people enjoying a sundowner, I can hear kids playing in the waters further along and as I swim in the deliciously warm water a little duck with her babies pushes through the reeds. The lake soothes me and returning back to the van to find it tidy and the washing up done increases my mood further, peace is restored to the Mouses.
We broke camp in Geraudot after 2 days of swimming in the lake and an unexpectedly long bike ride. We feel rested and restored enough for the 250 mile drive to Annecy. If we weren't meeting friends there we would happily stay in this area. I'm concerned that heading further south it will become hotter and we are all still wilting in the heat. We aim to leave at 9.00am so naturally it's past 11 by the time we drive off. Sat nav is co pilot on iPad being charged with its new cable, we are good to roll.
We pass huge acreages of wheat fields,stretching to the horizon golden in the sun, no hedgerows but every now and then interspersed with groups of trees. Gradually the landscape changes to more trees and wooded valleys, we leave the arable farms behind and enter a land of forests, mountains peak at us from the horizon and the 5 hour drive is soon over. We drop down into Annecy, by now I'm fed up with listening to the boys musical tastes so my iPhone gets synced to the Bose and the sound track to pitch perfect blares out, the look of horror on their faces is priceless, it's Glee and I pretend to know all the words and songs actions.
After another supermarket sweep and a fuel refill we remember to fill up with water on the way into the new campsite. Our drills are getting better although doing anything in this heat is exhausting and makes us all fractious. This campsite is busier than the last with lots of young children, I fear we have left the laid back vibe behind.
Our pitch is at the end of a row next to the meadow with the mountains behind. we can hear English being spoken, why is it always nicer listening to French, Dutch or German parents berating their kids on holiday? I guess cos you can fool yourself that they are having a good time. In English there is little doubt.
It must be catching because 10 mins later whilst laying the table one of the boys grabs a loo roll to take outside. Oh Please! I've got colour coordinated napkins that match the awning, what are they thinking? After a tense supper of left overs masquerading as a pasta bake i realise I'm loosing the plot, it all feels like hard work again and small niggles are getting to me. I take myself off to the lake for a swim and have a serious word with myself. It really is beautiful, the sun is slipping behind a mountain on the left and to the right is a yacht with beautiful people enjoying a sundowner, I can hear kids playing in the waters further along and as I swim in the deliciously warm water a little duck with her babies pushes through the reeds. The lake soothes me and returning back to the van to find it tidy and the washing up done increases my mood further, peace is restored to the Mouses.
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