Campsite life

This is the first time we have been in this campsite, during the August period, a busy time, on our own.   To sit and watch, and listen,  and reflect on life around us.

Like any place where people come back year after year, and some for more years than they wish to count,  friendships are made, and continued each year, children grow up, make holiday friendships, and some meet their future partners here.   And there are many children, now grown up, who bring their own children here.   This is a campsite that draws people back, due to friendliness and atmosphere, and the beautiful surroundings.   

During each visit, one also gets caught up in the intrigues and politics of the campsite.  And a little bit of gossip thrown in as well.   An environment that draws you in completely, for the time one is here.  

When we arrived, the campsite was nearly full, and buzzing, and we looked down on many campers below us.    We also found ourselves in the middle of French campers, no English or Dutch to be seen in close proximity.   At first we could not think of a single word to say in French, but thankfully this did not last.   The people were very friendly, and the children impeccibly behaved, even the little three year olds.    

We loved watching the small children chattering away, and enjoying the freedom.   Generally it was all about play for the children, and relaxing, for the parents.   The greatest excitement was watching a husband getting his chest shaved by his wife.   Two years ago she used wax to do the same job.    Ouch!

Now the sites below us are deserted, except for a large tent, on the left, but not shown in this photograph.  The French family, with three teenagers, are having a great time, with their large tent, table and comfortable chairs.  Last year they were cramped into two small tents, and sat on stools, and the mother got really sunburnt in the blazing sun.

The photograph below is taken looking down the path from our caravan.  We now have another caravan next door, after a week of looking at an empty site.   An English couple, retirees.   Currently all the families are leaving, due to school starting soon, and it is time for the retirees, and young couples without children, to start coming down for their September vacation.

The swimming pool has emptied out somewhat this week, and spare loungers are to be found.   The terrace to the right, is also looking a bit empty too.

And the bar and restaurant, looking forlorn and empty, the end of the summer vacation.

 Back along our road, with our caravan right at the end.   Home.  For four weeks anyway.

A life of sitting, listening and observing life around us.