We gather speed and high tail it down towards the med for medicinal purposes. We’re on a one night stop a few K (specially for the Ozzie readership), just south of Grenoble. The run in towards the city becomes more and more visually stimulating around every hairpin bend. We’re in the Rhone-Alps Region. Stunning!! As we drop into Voiron this amazingly positioned cathedral greets us.
Hemmed in on three sides by mountains we land on a small farm site that has one of the best views from the wash up area we’ve experienced so far. French only spoken. This is why we’re here.
Previous evening at Huttopia I’d had the pool to myself for half an hour at the end of day. Kids packed off. In my element. Hoping to do some more trawling here. But now we’re here and what’s this?
Apparently this was a childrens’ size paddling pool when they blew it up last week. It is now 50ft x 20ft x 8ft high and still growing. Sadly out of bounds.
There’s a constant humming sound in the camp. It’s as if the Treorchy Welsh Male Choir are limbering up for an upcoming eisteddfod. I suspect a huge bees nest nearby and investigate. Seems we’re pitched right under the power supply crossroads running up to Grenoble. The ants don’t mind. They’re preparing for bigger things to come.
Better move on tomorrow morning as early as possible. Don’t want Beastie growing an extra foot or two!