No Electricity

We've arrived on the west coast of France, where the weather is really hot! One really sad thing is that we're a week later than we were last year, so pitches are few and far between. You know that Gallic look you get, a cross between hopelessness and "I really couldn't care, but I'm pretending for the sake of... Well, I don't even know why I'm pretending." That's the look we got on asking if we could stay a lengthy 10 nights. And electricity? The lady started asking how many adults and children, answering my questions before I could, and when it came to the question "Electricity?" she answered No before I could respond. Ho hum - turns out you really do need to book in advance if you want to be powered up. Thankfully the computer was charged sufficiently to connect to the wifi at the check in desk, and arrange the same blogging method as last year.

Thus, I'm mailing my blogs in again.

Our pitch is a little corner, smaller than last time, but rather less chance of anyone asking us to double up. The camp site is even more packed than it was last year.

And having found the free wifi last year, it came as no surprise to find people browsing the web as we arrived at the check in. It's not an uncommon sight to see someone on a bicycle with a laptop under their arm, cycling to or from the area of connectivity. I'm secretly pleased that I'm not the only sad git who feels the need to connect all the time. However, for someone used to NTL's finest speeds, it's almost unbearable to try to connect with the speeds available down there.

Tomorrow we're planning on getting down to the beach, and we'll also try to find a converter so that we can charge SOME of our stuff in the toilets! I made few contingency plans for not getting electricity (yes, feeling rather like a prat right now, as it happens), so we need to think of something.