Life in the campsite

Life continues at a slow leisurely pace at Camping Manjastre. Donna and I took Scott back to Nice on Thursday evening to catch his plane back to the UK. He was very reluctant to leave, although the thought that he did not have to help us to pack up (twice) compensated somewhat. We had an uneventful trip to Nice (1 hr 40 mins). Then it went downhill, Scott left his wallet in the car and remembered it after he went through security. I went back to collect it and could not find the car (senior moment there) so Donna had to go and get it. Meanwhile precious minutes were ticking by with Scott pacing around on the other side. Then the car park ticket machine would not accept Donna's credit card, people kept flashing us on motorway because one of the headlight covers had fallen off and the beam was shining the wrong way, and Donna took the wrong exit and we went in the wrong direction. Never mind, we got home safely at 11.15 p.m. which is all that matters.

We celebrated a 21st birthday at the campsite. The photo was taken in the morning, we are all wearing T shirts with photos of Kierran on the front. The birthday boy is sitting without a T shirt of course. Celebrations continued during the day and well into the night. Kierran had a very good day, and a birthday to remember, I think. Lucy has kept one of the T shirts as a souvenir.
We have to move sites because someone has booked our site and they are staying for a few weeks and have priority over us. We only have a few more days left. I thought I would put a few more photos on of our current site, which is lovely and shady. The caravan, with its new awning, belongs to Donna. Walter is busy reading a book. The house does not belong to us, unfortunately.
Our caravan and annex. Scott slept in the sleeping attachment at the end of the annex.
More about our new site in the next blog.