They know their whiskys these Scots. I expect I could do the same with pasties mind you. "Oh yes, you can taste the granite in that one. It's a Cornish..."
We were sat at the campsite at Isolabona. It's in Italy but near the French border. They don't sell baguettes here, so I was told in the same way as if I had asked if they sold soiled nappies. Nice pool though.
We had got up early with the plan to get to Vernazza in the Cinque Terre by train. We missed the train. The next one was an hour later. Our second train was delayed for an hour. We got to Vernazza finally, just in time for lunch.
Lovely place and they did Italian food, unsurprisingly.
We were one of the later teams to roll in to camp but we had had a dip in the Med and we brought Italian beer, sparkling wine and apricots. Ok, I had eaten the apricots.
It seems the member of staff had misunderstood me earlier when I had phoned. She sounded convincing too. I had told her to expect 35 people, she had assumed it was just a campervan full. They shoehorned us in though.
I had a few minor nightly issues on Jezebel to sort out, but the pool won. Then the beer came second, another beer came third and sausages fourth. The van could wait until tomorrow.
So, to the chorus of randy frogs in the background, watching the fireflies and talking Scottish politics we settled in for the evening. I think I'll stick to wine tonight though.
So, Arles up next. The Feux de St Jean. Their midsummer celebration involving a bonfire and drinking copious amounts of wine. I'm sure John the Baptist would approve.
Ian and Ann of Team 50 are already in Arles. Team Flo still having issues in Monza. Hope to see them soon.
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