Thursday morning we left Beaune around 10am for the 5 or so hours drive to Lake Schluchsee in the Black Forest. Thankfully, another uneventful tow of some 200 miles and we arrived at Camping Schluchsee just after 3pm.

The campsite is close to the lake with tiered terraces and ample space for our Cali, Caravan and awning. The site itself has an appearance of being somewhat disorganised and isn’t a pretty site, with uneven pitches poorly delineated.

The facilities, which are relatively new and pristinely clean come with all the latest high tec features. Very typically German!

We have an obscured view of the lake itself, when the rain isn’t beating down and the fog dissipates!

Since we have arrived, it has rained heavily for much of our stay. During occasional breaks in the weather we managed to erect the awning and give the caravan a bit of a clean. It needed it!

The rain stopped last night and we took a short walk around a section of Lake Schluchsee.

Summer finally arrived as we pulled up outside the municipal campsite at Beaune. Temperatures are in the late twenties with a “feels like” high of around 34C.

We were greeted by a line of caravans and motorhomes snaking out of the campsite and along the road, with signs saying “Full, Complet, Voll”. Fortunately these signs weren’t entirely accurate as we apparently managed to claim the last available pitch, which just happened to be a “Grande” pitch at the grand price of 37 Euros for the night. Pitch and two people.

After the last days of travel, we were thankful for an uneventful day’s travel of 228 miles, over 220 of which were on the autoroute at a cost of 72 Euros. Moe wasn’t prepared for the price as she counted the bag of one and two Euro coins. When the machine became irate and started demanding the money with various shrill sounds, Moe told it to be quiet, at precisely the moment a human voice appeared over the tannoy!

We were not expecting the municipal site in Beaune to be a sell-out but a sell-out it is. I’ve never been to Beaune before but some of my favourite French wines originate from the Cote de Beaune.

We headed into the old town and grabbed a beer in the centre before heading back to the campsite and a meal at the campsite restaurant. This was also reservation only, but fortunately we had asked reception to book a table for us.

Yesterday we left Camping TY Nenez at Port Scorff, Lorient, Brittany. We chose a “toll-free” route to our campsite next to the River Loire in Blois. We were on the road by 08:30 (which is impressive for us) and the 280 mile journey had us arriving at Blois just before 4pm which was the time we were assured a pitch would be available.

We weren’t helped by the whacky road signs… I’ll leave the comments open if anyone knows why these have been erected upside down…

We were within 4 miles of the campsite, on a busy dual carriageway, when the Tyrepal alarm greeted us with a pressure loss in one of the caravan tyres. We managed to limp into an off-road area to assess the damage. It was’nt fixable for us so we then had to replace the wheel. It took a whole hour. Tools we needed were in the boot of the Cali, which meant we first had to remove the bike locks and the bikes. The spare wheel was buried under “stuff” in the caravan.

We finally arrived at Camping Val de Blois just before 5pm and after checking-in, we sought a tyre repair shop. The recommendation from reception for Mr Speedy proved fruitful – the failed valve was repaired in 5 minutes and no charge. We left the guys a nice tip to buy a few beers of course!

By 8pm we had everything restored and Joe was ready for a cidre or two.

Moe had also tucked away a couple of French eclairs into the fridge!

During the night, heavy storms and rainfall descended on the area and we wondered for a while whether or not we would be able to extract ourselves from the already soggy grass pitches.

Sunday – fathers day – we drove to the Quiberon peninsula and as far south as is accessible to – Quiberon port and beach. Parking a few miles along the coast, we walked into Quiberon along the coastal path. Weather started off grey and murky but by late afternoon we were bathed on lovely sunshine with some terrific views of the ocean.

This weekend was the start of the Euros 2024 and we were able to watch the England v Serbia game via live stream from BBC iplayer – using a VPN, of course!

Tomorrow we will pack up the awning etc ready for an early departure and a 300 mile journey East on Tuesday.

This was a recommendation from the staff at the restaurant l’Entre at Saint Scorff and is around a 1 hour drive from the campsite. The town of Josselin is known as “Petite Cite de Caractere medievale” and both the Chateau and the town live up to this description.

Josselin Castle is a medieval castle at Josselin, Brittany and was first built in 1008 by Guéthénoc, viscount of Porhoët. The town and castle were named after Guéthénoc’s son, Goscelinus, and rebuilt at various times since. The current castle was built by Olivier V de Clisson after 1370. He had acquired the land as part of the dowry on his marriage to Margaret of Rohan. It has been designated The castle remains a residence of Josselin de Rohan, fourteenth Duke of Rohan, who was President of the region of Brittany from 1998 to 2004. It has been designated as a monument historique since 1928.

The castle remains a residence of Josselin de Rohan, fourteenth Duke of Rohan, who was President of the region of Brittany from 1998 to 2004.

There are several different themed gardens and one of the floors of the Chateau is open to visitors.

A selection of photos of the castle and the internal areas open to visitors.

And from around the gardens

Finally a selection of photos from around the town of Josselin.

We left Hayling Island on Monday afternoon for the short drive to the Brittany Ferries docks at Portsmouth Harbour, arriving some 4 hours prior to our scheduled departure. We always hope first on first off but despite being almost first in the queue, we were most definitely last on, boarding only a few minutes before the scheduled departure.

Our ship, the Bretagne, departed more or less on time so just a few minutes after our boarding. We had only managed to book an inside 2-berth cabin which was dark and claustrophobic but still, only one night to spend in it.

This ship was built in 1989 and certainly looks dated in comparison to the very latest LPG fired ferries operating on the UK – Spain route.

In the morning, we were however, one of the first outfits to disembark. We were straight through passport control and saw no other signs of customs, animal health checks or anything to delay our onward journey. In fact, we hadn’t even taken time to set up the satnav nor familiarise ourselves with the journey…

The journey to Pont Scorff took around 3 hours to cover the 110 miles or so to travers Brittany, North to South.

Our Campsite at Pont Scorff, TY Nenez, is located inland in a rural area and is quiet. We were greeted personally as we walked into reception, suggesting we were the only arrivals that day. Still, everyone was helpful and we were directed to a very large pitch, in the middle of the site.

Pont Scorff is a small pretty Breton village, with a few shops, bars and restaurants. Its a two minute drive to the Super U where we stocked up on essentials. Basically Baguettes and Red wine!

Wednesday we cycled into Lorient. There’s a dedicated cycleway or via verde right outside the campsite and we rode into the edge of Lorient on a very peaceful and pleasant journey. Lorient itself was a nightmare. Traffic everywhere, plenty of cycle routes, some segregated and some not. Every roundabout was a challenge!

As the afternoon wore on, the temperature dropped further and we had made it as far as the centre of Lorient. With menacing skies up above, we decided to head back to the caravan before we were wet and cold.

If the weather (which has been and is forecast at best to be mixed) improves and we get the chance to cycle again, there looks to be a nice route to the coastal village of Le Couregant, accessible from the edge of the town of Lorient.

Our Tuesday cycle…

Thursday was another wet day and between showers, we walked the 2/3 miles to the far side of Pont Scorff for lunch at a delightful riverside restaurant. Specialising mainly in burgers, there were other options, such as the lamb, which Moe ate, as part of the Menu.

The staff were very friendly and spent ages after the meal talking through places we could visit during our short stay in Brittany.

We walked back through Pont Scorff, visiting the church and village square.

Alison organised the highlight of the weekend, a Saturday trip on the SS Steamship Shieldhall.

SS Shieldhall is a heritage / preserved steamship operating out of dock 110 at Southampton docks. It is one of the last reciprocating steam engined ships built, using technology that dated back to the late 19th Century. Her working life was based on the River Clyde in Gasgow making regular trips from Shieldhall.

In 1976 after 21 years of service on the Clyde, Shieldhall was laid up, and in the following year was bought by the Southern Water Authority. Once at Southampton, Shieldhall would take sludge from the areas of Marchwood, Totton and Woolston, then dump the sludge in an area south of the Nab Tower.

All the areas on the ship were open for public viewing including the Bridge and Engine Room. The steps to the Engine room are very steep and the room is extremely hot…

Some pictures and video below from the engine room, click on an image to see it in detail.

As it was D-Day, we passed an army barge, watched a Red Arrows show and a padre was onboard to conduct a short service.

On our return journey, we passed several large cruise ships, including the P&O ship IONA and several vehicle transportation ships.

It seemed to take ages docking on our return journey but that gave the opportunity to watch the loading of one of the worlds largest container ships “ONE INGENUITY”. Fascinating watching the endless trail of containers being driven across the docks and then hauled into position, 25 high, onto the deck of this behemoth.

She carries around 11,000 forty foot containers…

We ate at a restaurant called El Toro in Southsea in the evening. Excellent food and service. Moe and Alison enjoyed the burgers!

Sunday and Chris and I set out for a car show at Port Solent. For a moment, I thought I would be experiencing a ride in his Hot Rod, but sad to say, it just wouldn’t start…

Sunday lunch at the Bosham Inn, Bosham was excellent.

Monday evening we will board the ferry from Portsmouth to St Malo. The docks at Portsmouth only a short drive from Hayling Island.