Four frosty days hooked up, thankfully, in the Midlands hanging out with BB. There are times when we behave like children, spontaneously play silly games and dissolve into fits of giggles.
Me: Where are we going?
BB: Dunno, which exit shall I take off the roundabout?
BB (having complied): At the junction?
Me: Straight on.
BB: At the roundabout in about five miles?
Me: Second exit.
BB: If it’s the M6 toll as I think it is, you’ll have to chose another.
Me: I said second exit!
BB: That roundabout was the next roundabout, not the roundabout in five miles!
The second exit at the roundabout in five miles was the M6 toll. So we ended up taking the third exit to Lichfield; which was probably where BB intended to go all along, we just got there giggling and via a longer route!
Like me he’s into shop and market browsing and certainly neither of us is to be trusted in Fat Face. We enjoy the same films (mostly; I’ve never been a John Wayne fan), comedy (Swimming with Men and The Last Laugh watched this week) and music. You might think that’s entirely unexpected for siblings but BB left for Army Boys School when I was still in single figures (just) and I didn’t see much of him for the next dozen years – has to be the genes! The fact that we’re both currently having to diet I blame on the genes too!
The snow was very kind to us; I think Fazeley and a small surrounding area might have been in the only place in the UK that didn’t get a snow dump. Even Langport had sufficient that a snow day was declared by the local schools. The Smart One had huge fun with his mates snowball fighting and sledding, apparently returning home virtually hypothermic.
Tuesday was Coventry;
Wednesday was a brisk walk around Kingsury Water Park;
Thursday was a tiny bit frosty and included a trip to Lichfield;
I’m back now for the final week, which includes a meet up with The Bezzie and a double birthday party (J’s 40th and K’s 45th) before main engine start …
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So where was I? Oh yes, leaving the Chateau and on my way down the mountain – can’t say that driving up and down in that lot was much fun. Fog cleared as soon as we were down to earth so to speak and we sped along to Colmar. Had the coordinates for a stopover but my heart started to sink as we drove into the town/city; very busy, noisy and I couldn’t see any sign of the medieval buildings, so paused long enough to look up a campsite (need to do some washing) reasonably close and drove off with no idea of where we were going other than the new GPS coordinates.
Within 20 minutes I was grinning from ear to ear and my regular reader will be aware what that means – squiggly, steep roads (no fog now) – and up we drove. Haven’t had so much driving fun since February. The road peaked at about 1,800m but the ski lift there seemed to go up a great deal more; it was running but just for walkers, pas de la neige. We descended about 1,000m to the campsite nestled in a beautiful valley between two lakes, one big, one small. Management here very friendly and helpful, shower/toilet block heated, and peace and tranquility reigns. Another corker of a site.
The first walk was round the smaller lake, Lac de Retournemer, LWD had one (or several) of her hypomanic moments amongst the autumn leaves, racing round and round, growling with delight. At this altitude it’s a wee bit nippy so the (expensive, but so worth it) new winter coat has been deployed.
Today’s walk was alongside the very much larger Lac de Longemer, unfortunately the weather wasn’t as nice, low cloud and drizzle, but her ladyship and I enjoyed it.
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What a difference a few days makes – having seen an updated weather forecast we returned to Plan A and went to a campsite that appeared to be the nearest to El Chorro, at Pizzara. Run by a British couple the site is magnificently placed with fantastic views and absolute peace and tranquillity, the owners are very friendly and welcoming but it’s not the best place for tourers as, the main part of their business appearing to be catering for statics, motorhome facilities leave a bit to be desired. We spent a day driving round the reservoirs (levels very low) and checking out the twistiness of the mountain roads (they passed muster) and we are now further up the road a bit waiting to walk the gorge at El Chorro on Tuesday.
BUT, winter has arrived. I am this evening wearing full winter gear, lined trousers and 3 layers of tops, and as well as the electric radiator the heating is belting out on setting 3. We’ve had several torrential hailstorms and gale force winds, poor Daize, recovering from a nasty ear infection and a visit to a Spanish vet, didn’t think much of it at all, we were out walking the woods when the first hailstorm hit …
I have however seen the Lonely Goatherd; he’s alive (getting on a bit tho’), appears well and herding near Pizarro. He gave me a lovely wave as he and his dog moved his goats up to fresher pastures yesterday. The Goatbell Symphony sounded superb echoing around the mountains as about 50 of the beasties wandered up the slopes. Can’t believe, given today’s weather, that only yesterday I was picking mimosa blossom and verbena …
Tonight we have been toasting in cava, the safe arrival of a baby boy to Rose’s daughter Vicky. Long life, health and happiness young Jacob!
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