Just before Christmas last year we bought a 1989 vintage camper on a whim, first it was cheap and second it was in pretty good condition. We had a 2 hour drive to go see the little lady (yes it’s a girl). My intention was to go see it and put every obstacle in the way to not buying her (not sure if I wanted to join the happy camper’s tribe) but the minute I saw her I fell in love. So for the past few weeks DH has been tweaking, fiddling and fixing and getting her ready for our first trip.
Tada, so for our first venture we went to visit some friends who live close to Najac about a 2 hour drive from here. Najac stretches out along a single street. The village is perched on an exceptionally long rocky ridge,where an imposing mid 13th century Chateau Royal sits and watches over the river Aveyron.
Ah! You need tokens for the electric but it did have a little sign telling you where you could buy the tokens. On entering the village, it was as dead as the campsite but the bakery was open and we came out with bread and 5 electric tokens. Sorted! By now B our cat wanted out and so we put the harness on her no problem and we attempted to take her for a short walk but, short of dragging her along the ground, we failed and had to let her off the lead. She looked at us and then headed for the field and that’s pretty much where we spent the next 2 hours trying to coax her back into the van.
Apart from a few minor details like forgetting to take some milk, tea, butter and the gas running out,we had a fun night and a fabulous day with our friends but as for taking the cat again I think not and I am sure our cat feels the same!