Andorra was our last stop in the Pyrenees. Lots of animals here, on the road…..



Under the chairlift….



On the hiking trail…..



We spent a sleepless stormy night at 2000m wondering just how hard the wind has to blow to knock over a campervan before a hike around the Cirq de Tristaina the next morning….





Onwards to Font Romeu, home to the largest solar furnace in the world apparently….



And then a bit of chateua-spotting at Queribus….



We had great hopes for Carcassone and the walled Cite. The guide book did warn it can be ‘tourist hell’ and it was. We went, we saw, and we left in 20 minutes. Not a picture taken. Instead we joined a couple of other camper vans and hit the beach…



Despite the number of people the beach was great, the Med very warm and us slightly cooked. Unsurprisingly everyone else in France also goes to the beach at this time of year so to avoid the coast road traffic we did a night-time drive across the Camargue and went inland to the Gorges du Verdon, Europe’s answer to the Grand Canyon, and home to a lot of lavender…



We spent the night at a small campsite run by a crazy Frenchman who we last saw chasing a German campervan up the road in his Renault 4 after they left without paying.

From there we arrived at Plan De La Tour near St Maxime for a week of over-eating and being generally spoilt rotten by John and Jane and friends. In return for a holiday within our great big holiday and boundless generosity by all, Sarah taught everyone a contortionist arm trick. Not everyone managed it…



We also took the ferry across to St Tropez for an evening…



Those reading this with small children may need to censor….not sure what to make of the following…





Antibes was the next port of call….I wish I could say this was me….



Then onto Sospel via the toughest road we have forced the van up to date….



Since then we have been back and forth between Italy and France over the Alps in the general direction of the lakes…more to come at some point although don’t hold your breath…..