You know you’re in the south of France when the loos no longer have seats on them and the cubicles lack loo rolls despite paying 45 euros a night for the privilege.
You know you’re travelling with Horatio and Thor when you get a massive thunderstorm just a few days in.
You know you’re in France when all food, wine and beer just tastes better.
You know you’re camping when you see 4 guys all lined up at the sinks doing the washing up! Yes, really – liking that one!
You know you have the noisiest bike around when all sorts of guys rock up and start talking to you about it. Today B was offered a caravan plus wife and dog in exchange for Thor! (He gracefully declined)
You know you can smell the manure when the French tell you it doesn’t rain here, like it “always does in England”. Actually, it doesn’t just rain here, it buckets down. Seems those waterproofs B made me buy for the bike trip to Corsica were not such a silly idea after all………