Here we are, connected at last. Sorry that we have been off air for a week, but the simple art of reading and following instructions appears to have eluded me.
Anyway after the frustrations of accessing the internet, our wanderings through France began in a 38* heatwave as we tramped the hot pavements of Reims to visit the Cathederal and gaze in awe at the much acclaimed Rose Window.
We were able to park up on an Aire right in the heart of the city which made being a tourist, very easy.
Since Reims, we have moved a little further south to Lacs Orient and Chantecoq,
spending a night at each. The minor roads through Champagne gave us endless views of vineyards and chateaux.
We became very reflective driving through the Somme and Marne regions, as mile after mile, we passed the military cemeteries of all the nations who took part in both World Wars
. Each headstone or simple cross, placed in a symmetrical row, with hundreds of others, within the box hedges of beautifully kept gardens of remembrance.
There have been pretty villages with colourful baskets and troughs of geraniums and petunias; busy farmers are harvesting golden corn, others are irrigating or ploughing
. The maize is tall and the sunflowers are no longer able to hold up their heads but everywhere there appears to be prosperity.
We had one night when a swarm of mini flies took over the van. Swat, crackle and fizz were the sounds from Sue's new electric scorching machine, which resembles a tennis racquet, but it was the good old chemical spray which finally eliminated them.
First rain came on Saturday, but by then we had found a little paradise on an Aire between the Marne river and a canal of the same name. Delfin is parked parallel to the water and we have views of all the water borne activity.
Today we have peddled along the tow path for miles, enjoying the warmth and wildlife and calling in at picturesque villages which we might otherwise have missed.
We became very reflective driving through the Somme and Marne regions, as mile after mile, we passed the military cemeteries of all the nations who took part in both World Wars
. Each headstone or simple cross, placed in a symmetrical row, with hundreds of others, within the box hedges of beautifully kept gardens of remembrance.There have been pretty villages with colourful baskets and troughs of geraniums and petunias; busy farmers are harvesting golden corn, others are irrigating or ploughing
We had one night when a swarm of mini flies took over the van. Swat, crackle and fizz were the sounds from Sue's new electric scorching machine, which resembles a tennis racquet, but it was the good old chemical spray which finally eliminated them.
First rain came on Saturday, but by then we had found a little paradise on an Aire between the Marne river and a canal of the same name. Delfin is parked parallel to the water and we have views of all the water borne activity.
One last item of news before we close for today,........ oops too late we've eaten it. Yes the Tarts are partaking of their first French tart of the tour!
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