Budgie smuggling in Provence

After a night spent listening to the crashing breakers just yards from our van on the Atlantic coast at St. Jean de Luz we moved inland on our way to rendezvous with Lucy and Charles on the Côte d'Azur next week. We spent a night near Lourdes, then moved to Foix before spending a couple of nights on a riverside site in an old cherry orchard at St. Pons de Thomieres.
French swimming pools do not allow men to wear shorts so not having packed any Speedos ('budgie smugglers') Frank has been unable to cool off  these last few very warm (35degs) afternoons in campsite pools. Our last two sites have, however, offered beautiful 'wild swimming' in adjacent rivers and yesterday we even managed to coax (throw) Ted into the water for his first ever swim. He didn't like it at all but he did manage a few yards of doggie paddle and it did cool him down!
Eventually Frank decided he really must go into the pool and Lyn suggested he use her bikini bottoms for a bit of budgie smuggling! Without going into too much detail I can report that the experiment was a success and, though there is photographic evidence, it is not for public consumption!
We are now on our 31st campsite, have travelled about 4300 miles, gone through (approximate figures) four bottles of gin, 10 litres of red wine, three bottles of rose and numerous beers. Not too many ice creams, though!

Now in Provence and planning a slow week before making our way down to the nearby (ish) Côte d'Azur. Where have the last six and a half weeks gone?