The alarm woke us in plenty time to get organized for viewing the tennis semi-final between Murray and Federer from Melbourne. For once however Murray was not the centre of attention for Mary and me. Oh no, because on this morning (or evening if you were in Oz) our very own Scotty Burton would be among the thousands of spectators in the stadium. He had even told us to listen for him shouting “C’mon Murray!” just before the beginning of the second set; we were to miss it, alas, due to the inane prattling of a BBC “expert”.

We hurried to get the Magic Caravan ready for departure while breakfasting, showering and realigning the satellite for a perfect reception. Andy duly obliged by taking the first set but then spoiled our schedule by not putting away an easy smash and allowing the Swiss to roll back the years and pass his way to the second. That settled it for us as we knew there was no more time left before we would have to hit the road. Off went the telly, unplugged was the electricity and dismantled was the satellite. Mary did the rest, I paid the bill and we were off.

Off we go!

Off we go!

Further on

Further on

Later

Later

As coincidently has almost always been the case, our moving day was accompanied by unbroken sunshine which was to keep us lovely and warm throughout our 300 kilometres journey round the Camargue to the wee town of Colombiers near Béziers. Whilst the warm sunshine was a definite plus en route, we were soon to be confronted by a most negative of influences in the shape of a fierce and at times violent wind howling out of the higher ground to the north of the autoroute and making serious repeated attempts to blow the Magic Caravan over on its side. I could feel tug after tug on the Audi as lateral gusts swept across the carriageway and, added to the amount of heavy trucks heading for Spain, I decided prudence was called for and so dropped to just on 50 mph for most of the journey.

Keep your sock on!

Keep your sock on!

The slower speed meant of course it was taking longer than expected to complete the journey so we opted for a stop in a small “aire de repos” where we climbed back into the caravan and had ourselves a brilliant lunch of whatever was still in the fridge. That was great fun and we wondered why we haven’t done that more often on our travels. A text from Mary’s Mum gave us the great news that Andy Murray had overcome Federer in 5 classic sets. We were so delighted for Scott! Eventually of course we reached Colombiers and found the campsite quite easily in fact. It is perfectly comfortable, the pitches are big, the toilets warm and clean, there are other people here (including a Brit! – the first we’ve met since Pompeii) and we have Internet although it’s not brilliant.

Once we were set up and the satellite was delivering a strong signal on BBC Scotland, I took a walk into the local town about a kilometre away to buy some bread. What a lovely wee place I found, with the beautiful Canal du Midi slicing the town in two. There were multiple canal boats moored up for the night near a lock and I could see the occupants watching TV or making their dinner. The sign at the chemist’s said it was 3 degrees at seven o’clock, the stars were out, the moon was full and the whole scene was quite enchanting.

Tea and TV followed, we toasted our arrival in Hérault region and we knew from the signs we had passed en route that we were only 260 kms from Barcelona. The excitement is mounting!

 

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