Another faultless blue sky and double-figures temperature greeted us this morning when we finally wiped the comforting sleep from our eyes. I was first to the showers after which I made the first brew of the day and scurried down to the reception with the laptop to post the blog and download the e-mails. We shared the next hour with our English neighbours, George and Sue (not Sophie, sorry Sue, I have Eve’s cat on the brain!), then we bid farewell to Colombiers and pointed the Audi towards Spain.

The snowy Pyrenees.

The snowy Pyrenees.

Getting close.

Getting close.

The trip down the coast to our last site in France was accompanied by brilliant sunshine and mercury rising and, on our safe arrival in the town of Elne near Perpignan, a chemist’s neon sign showed 14.25 and 20 degrees! That accounted for us having to use the air-conditioning in the car for the first time in months. “Le Florida” campsite proved easy to find, we had a wide choice of pitches, the Internet was fast and free and the toilets were fine.

While Mary got to work on setting up, I popped back down the road to an “Intermarché” to get a couple of nights’ teas then I searched around until I found a power-hose car wash. The owner, who was a Londoner, showed me how to programme the machine and use the lance correctly then he stayed chatting with me until the Audi had been well and truly blasted clean and polished to showroom condition. I have to admit that it deserved that spruce-up as I hadn’t given the car a wash since Pompeii!

The spring-clean theme was continued when I got back to the site to find Mary beating the hell out of the rugs (they still wouldn’t talk!) and scrubbing carpets, upholstery and even windows. After a beer outside in the sunshine, I returned to the fray and attacked the inside of the car with a deadly hoover, giving it a thoroughly good suck until scarce a speck of dirt remained.

Next, the satellite had to be aligned, but thankfully Astra 28 was found with ne’er a twitch, ensuring British channels away down here for the next three days. Other than a brief conversation with an elderly German couple who arrived an hour after we did, that was the sum total of our last move before Barcelona. Tea was the usual Spag Bol., a first night tradition we like to keep if we possibly can.

We haven’t committed ourselves to any spectacular visits from here (although a trip to Perpignan is probably in order) as we are gearing up for our move to Catalonia, making arrangements for all our visitors, planning my 60th birthday of course then our 3-week trip to Australia to see Scott.

One thing for sure: life is never dull!

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