Day 20 – through the Tarn gorge

This morning I woke up with a severe case of Vodka Induced Neural Dysfunction (VIND). I had a big lie in. The wind was picking up big time and I was worried my laundry would be all over the campsite so eventually I got up and rescued it. Everything I did this morning seemed to involve pain, including striking myself across the bridge of the nose with a plug.


Today I decided to move on. I had to wait for my laundry to dry but by 1.30 I was on the road again. I left my blog address with the English guys and promised to mention them. I headed though the Tarn gorge. Now I know I keep saying that this is the best scenery yet. Well this time I won’t say it, I’ll let the pictures do the talking.





I took a leisurely drive through the valley ending up in a delightful little campsite owned by a Landrover loving Swiss couple. They were about my age and decided to put everything they had into buying this little piece of paradise next to the river in the Tarn gorge. Wow, just like I wanna do, I thought. As if to complete the coincidence they were both wearing oversized and very warm looking lumberjack shirts. Wow! Just like me, I thought. They proudly displayed a sign saying ‘We speak English and German!’. Their campsite was the cheapest yet, at only 6.30 euro without electric. I had 4 days of battery charging so I decided to go off grid. Francois explained to me ‘we don’t do it for the money’. Wow, I thought again.

So it’s now 8.45pm and getting dark. I just ate the last of the spag bol and updated the blog for the last 2 days. Sean has just texted me to say gale force winds in my area culminating in 60 mph gusts tomorrow night. Already the rain is started to come down heavy. I pegged down the canvas and deployed the windflap. I might even put the fire on.

My own personal steps to the river