Day 11 – Much Love for Moustier
Number of cows milked to feed our cheese consumption – (circa) 73
So, having had a dose of the blues the day before I am pleased to report that day 11 has almost (more of that at the end) been a complete success. We had decided that if we weren’t ‘feeling’ it then perhaps rather than thinking it was our attitude to the trip that it may be the specific location itself. And once again, it proved that the British attitude of blaming the tools and not the workman was vindicated once more.
We intended on setting off pretty early but despite being in a car park actually slept right through undisturbed until 8am. Nonetheless, with an increasingly well-rehearsed and mastered motorhome pack up we were on the road just after 9 with the intention today of “enjoying the journey” rather than “focussing on the destination”. We planned to head towards the Lavender Fields and a place called Gordes. Within 20 minutes we stumbled on….Lavender fields. Kind of pissed on our chips a little bit to find them so close but they were exceptionally pretty and next to sunflower fields too. Photograph time!
Unabated we continued on our journey with a loose idea to stop at Moustiers Sainte Marie (which was the loser in a toss-up between where we stopped last night) and then onto to the Gorges du Verdon. We popped into the Aires (municipal motorhome stopover site) and with a lengthy debate (can we be, can we not be arsed) decided then to walk the 10 minutes into the village to pick up some supplies we were missing (namely wine and beer, and water). What a decision that turned out to be. Moustiers Sainte Marie is undoubtedly one of the prettiest villages we have ever come across. It is built into a mountain side and couldn’t be more quintessentially French, predating the crusades. Beautiful. We took it in for a couple of hours, and reinvigorated (as well as kicking ourselves for having not been here a day sooner) set about planning a longer stay than planned.
Interestingly (and badly captured on the photo below) during the crusades a star was raised between the two mountain tops and a star has remained reflecting the sun to this day.
Moustiers Saint Marie also still sits on the Lac de Ste Croix and the local tourist information advised us that the only part of the lake that dogs aren’t allowed was where we stayed last night (d’oh), so we decided to go back to the lake and spend the afternoon having a picnic and a bit of a swim. Juno for the first time ever actually headed straight in for a swim and it was difficult getting her out of there. She was very cute following me in and grunting as she swam about.
The Aires we’ve decided to stay in tonight is much better than last night. Much more space and actually feels like a camping site. We’ve had paragliders landing right next to us for a couple of hours whilst we sat and enjoyed the cooler evening and luckily for us Juno has finally learnt how to bark. Loudly. At most things that move, and the occasional thing that doesn’t – helpful with other people all around.
Lastly and sadly in the last hour it seems that Michelle has succumbed to an infection, which she has been fighting. Seems our first visit to a French doctor is calling us in the morning. Fingers crossed for an overnight recovery.