Thursday 6 September
Today we had a leisurely start, then headed to another little mountain village of Seguret and drove around the countryside there, having lunch in Chateauneuf-du-Pape, where Phil bought the obligatory nice bottle of wine to bring home, and store for a couple of years. It was just a nice day driving around the countryside really.
Friday 7 September
Our last day. We decided to go back to Fontaine-de-Vaucluse as we didn’t stop there the other day and it looked quite nice. We were so pleased we did. We went for a lovely walk along the emerald green river and had a drink at a riverside café called Café Philip. We thought it was really pretty and peaceful. We drove out and found a little spot by a river to have our ham and cheese baguette for lunch. We felt it was an added bonus as we nearly didn’t bother going to this village and thought it was lovely. After that we had a brief look at I’Isle-s-la-Sorgue, but we weren’t too impressed. We then decided, as the winds had finally calmed, it would be safer for Phil to climb Mt Ventoux on the bike. On Richard’s advice we headed to Bedoin where we hired a bike and at 4pm Phil set off to climb the Giant of Provence. I (bravely for me) drove, stopping on the way up to see him past. Unfortunately at about the second spot Carly and I were attacked by flies … there were so many and filled the car. I think they were flies but there could’ve been other things among them. Carly is VERY scared of flies and it set her off into mild hysteria … so Carly and Mummy quality time was somewhat spoilt. And eventually Phil caught us and he wasn’t enjoying himself, having swallowed about 3 flies … so we decided to can it at about half way. It was getting on and it was time to get back to the campsite as we had to check out. Really, we should’ve headed there early morning, but had we done this we would’ve missed our lovely morning in FdV, so we weren’t disappointed. That night following dinner, Carly had a visit from a little French boy, probably a few months younger than her. “Little Boy” as Carly kept calling him, didn’t have much to say, unlike Carly, but seemed quite taken with her and within minutes lunged in for a kiss (typical French). Which Carly seemed to quite enjoy and a few minutes later puckered up for another one, with arms behind her. It was a cross between so cute, hilarious and way too young for a holiday romance!! Let’s just say, Carly didn’t stop talking to him and Little Boy didn’t say a word … a normal relationship then?
Today we had a leisurely start, then headed to another little mountain village of Seguret and drove around the countryside there, having lunch in Chateauneuf-du-Pape, where Phil bought the obligatory nice bottle of wine to bring home, and store for a couple of years. It was just a nice day driving around the countryside really.
Friday 7 September
Our last day. We decided to go back to Fontaine-de-Vaucluse as we didn’t stop there the other day and it looked quite nice. We were so pleased we did. We went for a lovely walk along the emerald green river and had a drink at a riverside café called Café Philip. We thought it was really pretty and peaceful. We drove out and found a little spot by a river to have our ham and cheese baguette for lunch. We felt it was an added bonus as we nearly didn’t bother going to this village and thought it was lovely. After that we had a brief look at I’Isle-s-la-Sorgue, but we weren’t too impressed. We then decided, as the winds had finally calmed, it would be safer for Phil to climb Mt Ventoux on the bike. On Richard’s advice we headed to Bedoin where we hired a bike and at 4pm Phil set off to climb the Giant of Provence. I (bravely for me) drove, stopping on the way up to see him past. Unfortunately at about the second spot Carly and I were attacked by flies … there were so many and filled the car. I think they were flies but there could’ve been other things among them. Carly is VERY scared of flies and it set her off into mild hysteria … so Carly and Mummy quality time was somewhat spoilt. And eventually Phil caught us and he wasn’t enjoying himself, having swallowed about 3 flies … so we decided to can it at about half way. It was getting on and it was time to get back to the campsite as we had to check out. Really, we should’ve headed there early morning, but had we done this we would’ve missed our lovely morning in FdV, so we weren’t disappointed. That night following dinner, Carly had a visit from a little French boy, probably a few months younger than her. “Little Boy” as Carly kept calling him, didn’t have much to say, unlike Carly, but seemed quite taken with her and within minutes lunged in for a kiss (typical French). Which Carly seemed to quite enjoy and a few minutes later puckered up for another one, with arms behind her. It was a cross between so cute, hilarious and way too young for a holiday romance!! Let’s just say, Carly didn’t stop talking to him and Little Boy didn’t say a word … a normal relationship then?
