For the last two days we have travelled without using motorways, enjoying the French countryside, stopping for lunchtime picnics (see pic below) and generally being slightly more relaxed about getting anywhere. The weather improved slightly yesterday and earlier today but this evening we have suffered pretty serious rain, though it is significantly warmer than previously.
We are currently on a large but fairly sparsely populated campsite just a short walk from a beautiful sandy beach along which we strolled this afternoon.
Ted has been well behaved generally but did not cover himself in glory tonight when a domestic cat, presumably from a nearby house, strolled up to the door of the van. Startled, Ted chased it with considerable vigour and volume, breaking free of his leash (a cable tied to the van!) . The cat took refuge about twenty feet up in a tree. All seemed well and Ted returned to camp. A few minutes later Lyn noticed that the cat was still in the tree and there it stayed, unable to come down. Feeling responsible we decided that we ought to report the incident to camp reception and see if a recovery could be arranged. This tested Frank's 'Franglais' to the utmost!! (It was almost a rendition of that Eddie Izzard routine..'le chat et dans l'arbre..'etc) Frank lent a hand as the first efforts were made, parking our van under the tree then putting a plastic table on the roof, then a chair on the table but all to no avail. Eventually a ladder was found and the cat was coaxed into the arms of one of the site maintenance staff, to the relief of a small gathering! Ted was unperturbed and indeed showed his remorse by chasing a different cat two hours later! Having some trouble loading pics to the blog, I'm afraid, as syncing phone to iPad is proving inconsistent.
Look on the bright side...it was Ted that chased the cat into the tree. How embarrassing would it have been if Lyn had chased the cat into tree? Would Frank have had the lingo to explain that scenario?
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