This week's throwback Thursday takes us back a mere four years, with a post from 2 September 2012. Three of the dogs names and one camper are no longer with us.
There is a reason for this blog not appearing last Sunday. We went for a road trip.
It all started when I posted on Facebook that Lizzie was back, after her spell at Jan’s for surgery. Jan deduced what the problem was, replaced the distributor cap, rotor arm, condenser and plugs, and now she runs very sweetly. As soon as I posted it on Facebook, Terry proposed a camping weekend. Rob then jumped in and agreed and, as the thread was basically our news, it seemed churlish not to join in.
We decided to head for the lake at Vassivière, a couple of hours’ drive away in Haute Vienne. By the time we arrived, Terry and Liz, Rob, Julie and Ashley (and dogs) had already arrived, and were setting up camp.
Barbecue, tables, tents and wind break were well on the way to being complete; all we needed was somewhere as level as possible, to minimise the amount of effort needed to level Lizzie so the fridge would work. With everything set up, it was time for the barbecue. Hot dog was the meal of choice …
Burgers it is, then.
This does make the point, however, that we were not short of dogs for the weekend. Rob and Julie brought their two (Milo and Dimple, pictured) and we had Trevor, Ulysse, Shitsu and Tinkerbell or, as I like to call him, Barbie. All six got on together very well, but it must have been like déjà vu all over again for Trevor and the Podge; they both came to us from a pack of six.
The weekend stayed very pleasant, if just a touch warm at times, and the three ladies decided on Saturday afternoon that a spot of aquatics was in order. They promised us that the water temperature was good and that it was all very pleasant.
Speaking of dogs, there were some really nice walks to be had, along the beach, across board-walks to the restaurant, along the road and back into the campsite.
Late Saturday evening, we were just about to turn in, when we heard a cry of severe pain from outside. Poor Julie had managed to trip on one of the guy ropes between her tent and Ashley’s, landing very awkwardly, and doing herself a sports injury on her ankle and calf. She was in so much pain that the Pompiers (paramedic rescue) had to be called, which gave the campsite a level of late night activity it probably hadn’t seen for a while. After some initial treatment and help, it was decided that Julie would go to her own doctor when she got home – the Pompiers would have transported her to Limoges hospital, which was more than an hour’s drive in the opposite direction to home. As of today, Julie is comfortable and gently mobile with good ankle and calf support.
One of the advantages of our situation is that we had no real need to go straight back home. The only thing that often drives us to is my supply of medications. This time, I had brought enough for a couple of weeks. So, when the great pack-up started on Sunday morning, we were able to help, without needing to become personally involved.
We did leave the same day, but only to move to a different site. That just for the change – there was nothing wrong with this site, beyond the difficulty in finding a spot as level as we would have liked. For those interested, the campsite is Camping les 2 Iles, Lac de la Vassivière [web site]. Channing rating, 4/5.
We moved on initially to Uzerche, which had been described to us as having a crevice running through the middle of the town. On arrival, we found a most picturesque community, built on the steep sides of a deep river valley.
According to its Wikipedia entry [here], “Uzerche is a hill town, built on a deeply-incised meander of the Vézère River. In 1787, the English writer Arthur Young described the city as The Pearl of the Limousin, nicknamed because of its picturesque setting, and a name by which it is still widely known today.”
We then went on to spend the night in what has to be one of the best campsites we have seen for a long time. The municipal campsite of Vigeois, the Camping Municipal du Lac de Pontcharal, is clean and well run. The very modern sanitation block reminds me more of a newly opened motorway services than a campsite, and is cleaned twice daily. All the bins are emptied daily, and next to the sanitation block are a permanent concrete ping-pong table and a good sized permanent concrete barbecue. Again, smashing lakeside walks. Channing rating 5½/5.
Back home. The buddleia that we thought had died in the frost has come back with a vengeance, and we have spent some very pleasant time watching the wide variety of insects feeding on its pollen. Of these, my favourite by far is the Hummingbird Hawk Moth (Macroglossum stellatarum)
When it rains, water collected on the top of the camper drips down the sides, and Clare places buckets in strategic positions to catch it for use on her plants that don’t do well on tap water, thus