Do you remember years ago we used to joke about the holiday jet? Wherever we went in the caravan, at some point a jet fighter would come screaming over at very low level.  Well time has moved on and the pilot has had to retire from flying. But we've discovered that he's got a new job on the ground.  His task is to come round roundabouts just as we are about to enter them! We must have gone round over a hundred roundabouts this last 3 days in France. We can be in a line of 6 or more vehicles and all those in front get straight onto the roundabout because all the cars already on it turn down the road we are on, but as soon as we get to the front the next car comes round so we have to wait. I blame Brexit; the French are getting their own back by deliberately thwarting the progress of British cars. When they see one coming this guy jumps in the nearest car and drives round to stop us. He's got us over 40 times now.  But today I discovered his weakness; as is the custom he has a 2 to 3 hour lunch break, so I now go across all roundabouts while he's having his lunch. It's working well so far.
Today we were going to visit Royan but decided it was too far away. So we went to La Rochelle but so did everyone else in France so we just went round a hypermarche, got some petrol and kept going. We went to La Tranche sur Mer where we once had a nice holiday in the caravan. It was where the site owner was cantankerous and pretended he didn't speak English to any lazy Brits who just assumed he did. But when I spoke French but eventually got tongue tied it turned out he spoke very good English! I've told you the tale! Anyway what I forgot is that there's nowhere to park in the place as it's so popular so we didn't stay!
This evening we had a wander round the site where we are staying. All the people in caravans at the moment are British (and mainly northerners at that!) but we are the only ones in the B&B; all our fellow guests are French.