It’s been a very quiet Bastille Day here at this lovely and peaceful campsite just south of Châlon-sur-Saône. We have pitch No 13 towards the back of the site, which gets very little traffic of new comers and leavers. We seem to be the only British van here, with mainly Dutch and French, but most people seem to be on their way somewhere else and only stop for a night, especially the caravans and they mainly stay near the entrance.
We were running away from the rain of the Somme on our way to Aix-en-Provence and were only intending to rest here for a couple of days, but we enjoyed the tranquillity so much we extended our stay for another 2 days as there is no rush. There is a lake just on the other side of the fence and Adonis found a good swim barely 5 metres from it and, although the weather hasn’t been as hot in this area as in previous years, it has stayed warm and dry for most of the time and we’ve been able to have every meal outside. It rained almost solidly from Tuesday to Friday, but the sun has come out with a vengeance at last and it’s 27 ºC inside the van and quite hot outside, so we’ll be able to have a swim in the pool and lake.
We’ve been invited to a game of Petanque at 5pm, so I’m looking forward to it later on.
On our way down from Mareuil-sur-Ay, we stopped at the motorhome aire in the little town of Les Riceys in the Aube Department. The aire is right by the sports grounds and school, but again, it was very quiet there even with the children still in school, maybe because of the rain. The aire is free and there is a bourne for water and electricity which works with a jeton to be obtained from the Mairie. There was nothing much to do there but walk in the small town, which is quite pretty, with attractive flower displays everywhere, especially on the bridge and Mairie, and there are also a few Champagne outlets.
On Friday morning we carried on towards Dijon on D971 and made a little detour just past Chanceaux to go and see the source of the River Seine at les Vergerots. It seems almost incredible that something so small can become so mighty and we really liked the cave where the river is born with the sculpture and first bridge over the small trickle of water which is the Seine at this point. I was very glad that we had taken the time to visit and marvel at this special place, almost like a shrine where some wonderful miracle has occurred, and we had our mid-morning coffee and cake here too just to enjoy it that little bit longer, although it was drizzling and a bit cold, being 500 metres above sea level.
Tomorrow we are heading for the Medieval village of Boulieu-le-Annonay in the Rhône- Alpes region.