Well September dawned bright and sunny and Antara said goodbye to Bluebell, secretly pleased that his owner was taking him and not her away and set off for Portsmouth and the ferry for San Malo. After an uneventful tow down the BC was showing a heady 23 mpg and Antara stopped for a drink at Winchester, yes I know diesel is cheaper in France but manoeuvring around a supermarket fuel station with a caravan is not the best start to a holiday.
Norton Caines Services - M6 Toll and found a parking space ... amazing!!!
The crossing was calm and Antara slept well in the garage despite the constant shrill of car alarms going off, his owner had finally worked out how to lock him without setting his alarm.The next day dawned bright and very sunny and Antara set off south down through France, 200+ miles saw us to a small well run grassy site near Niort where he had a rest whilst his owners enjoyed a boat trip on the local river, the commentary was very entertaining, at least the other passengers thought so but my school boy French missed most of it.
Antara finds some shade whilst his owners stop for lunch
Another 200+ miles found us in an even smaller site run by an English couple and full of English caravans, not sure why we had travelled 600+ miles to be on an English site but Antara enjoyed swapping stories with his English cousins. His French like mine is poor but he speaks fluent Korean, sadly there wasn't a Kia or Hyundai in sight!The next leg saw us at a site just outside Carcassonne where we were to stay for a week, Antara was excited he had towed 850 miles and he was looking forward to seeing this fabled city … but he was to be disappointed! The next day we drove the short distance to the Citadel, but as Carcassonne is traffic free Antara had to wait in the car park and it was hot. When the temperature topped 32 degrees Antara began to wish he had a white body like so many of his Scottish cousins instead of being grey and to make matters worse whilst he had his siesta someone nudged his passenger door and left a dent.
An amazing place, especially at night
The days passed, we visited Carcassonne three times, yes there is much to see and enjoy and we even found some shade under a tree for Antara to have his nap. The Canal du Midi provided yet another boat trip, this time with an English commentary and Antara enjoyed his trips out and about, especially driving on the wrong side of the road.
Antara shopping at Super U outside Trebes
The last leg of the journey saw us all 45 miles further South on the shores of the Mediterranean at Narbonne, Antara breathed a sigh of relief as he could go no further without getting his tyres wet.
Antara with Palm trees, he insisted on this picture just to prove he got to the Med
After another week of sun bathing Antara began to notice he was changing colour, no not getting brown more of a silver colour. It turned out that the tree under which he had been parked was dropping a sticky sap and he needed a thorough clean to remove it. Sadly our time on the Med drew to a close and Antara began the long journey home or at least as far as San Malo where we stayed another 5 days. Another beautiful walled city, by now Antara couldn't see what all the fuss was about, especially as he wasn't allowed in this one either.
Antara in the early morning mist, must be time to go home!
An overnight crossing with Antara tucked up warm in the garage, the temperature had dropped by now and 32 deg was more like 15 degrees, saw us back in Portsmouth and a short tow to Worthing for a few days to visit an aunt before the 260 mile tow home. Antara arrive home in good spirits 2300 miles under his belt 1700 of which he was towing and no problems the only casualty was one of the caravan motor mover bearings which had failed and was very noisy, but that was not of his doing.The next day when he was rested I had a quiet word with him in his engine bay and mentioned that dreaded word ‘regens' he admitted guiltily that he could not kick the habit and had quiety had two or three or more but as he had not wished to spoil the holiday he had kept them to himself. Very considerate of him I thought, although I did suspect at one stage he was sneaking a quick one.
Edited by: Dave47