AREN’T HOLIDAYS SUPPOSED TO BE RELAXING? [GLISTEN CAMPING]
Our glamping report is gaining momentum and I’m finally able to get a few hours to sort through our million photos. So, here we go!
We arrived in France after quite a bit of trouble with Ryan Air’s check in system and customer service at Gatwick which nearly left us grounded without apology. I never really bought into the spoof shows on television about certain airlines, but now I consider any show of that nature as essential research before investing money in services ever again. The return home was disgusting at best, at both ends.
In any case, we were relieved to be on French soil and in the sunshine, and we were on holiday! The airport was so small that customs took around ten minutes to clear and then we stepped outside to collect the hire car from Sixt.
The paperwork was smooth enough and the office closed immediately after we were given our keys. After a hunt in the parking lot, we located our car which apparently was suitable for 7 people and luggage [read: it was not, and it was dangerous], we headed away from the airport towards our destination at Domaine des Mathevies, trying to remain cheerful.
Everything seemed plain sailing on the toll roads until we came off the motorway and became completely lost! Garmin did not like our destination and decided to send us to an obscure side of the road parking lot, stating proudly that we had reached our destination.
I could have lived there. The fresh fruit and vegetables, the seafood – the cheese! However, the majority of our first shopping trip appeared to consist of things we really just couldn’t resist – and a favourite from Gav’s childhood; Minizzas. The boys were delighted with a whole new range of naughty snack foods featuring the Turtles – and found new Kinder Eggs with better toys than they have at home. Granny bought wine. I’m just going to put that out there.
The hanging beds were a huge favourite of the boys – who thought they were in Star Wars and flying their bedships around.
Sitting in the kitchen was just perfect. It’s the kind of life I dream of, outdoors and fresh. Food tastes so much better al fresco, and after visiting the supermarket, we were dreaming of fresh fish on the plancha grill.
Whilst we were unboxing breakfast, Jensen found a friend having a little wander outside…
An apparently delicious friend – but we never ate him, despite Jensen realising he was quite a bit bigger and juicier than the little garlic infused relatives he’d sampled in Café Rouge before coming to France. Thankfully for the snail, Jensen’s love is any seafood [as you’ll see later] and snails, although he’ll eat them, aren’t high on his favourites list.
