Manjastre revisited.

Here we are again, four weeks later, glamping (glamorous camping) in Manjastre. We like to think we are camping but in fact, we are not roughing it at all, as we have all the mod cons in our touring caravan (which never leaves the campsite as it is stored when we do not use it). We are here with Donna, Scott (who we collected from Nice Airport this morning) and Lucy. No chasing after an 18 month old toddler this time. In July this kept me very fit and ensured that I did not put weight on. Instead I must go for a run each morning and I know that Donna will make sure that I get out of bed early each morning for the run and swim!

The trip down was very good, mainly due to getting out of bed very early and on the road by 4.30 a.m. This meant we avoided the worst of the traffic jams. Our badge now works beautifully, although I still had it checked at one of the services. The cause of our malfunctioning badge was the special windscreen on our car. It blocked the signal transmission. Now the front passenger holds the badge out of the side window and, hey presto, the green light comes on and through we go, bypassing all the poor people queued up at the tolls.
We stopped at the mushroom park on the way down. The concrete mushroom park! A favourite stop for the children.
Walter, Donna and Lucy resting in the sunshine yesterday.
A glamorous pair!
A little game of badminton, in between setting up the camp site.

The only incident so far occurred when Donna went to the pool for the first time. She went through the regulation shower, walked tall and held her stomach in as she went past the handsome lifeguard and the men lying on the sun loungers. Then discovered once she got in the water that her bikini bottom was inside out! Embarrassing!