After the Summer rush, we thought the site would get quieter and it did, but from time to time, motorhomers and caravanners came and left in decreasing waves. Only a week and a bit ago, we were still running up and down the campsite welcoming and greeting campers and sorting things out. Like back when we first arrived in March, 99 percent of the campers currently staying on the campsite are here for a short stay; four nights maximum either on their way down to Spain or on their way back home in England, France, Belgium or The Netherlands.
Jamie and I cannot believe how the end of September and our time at Camping Le Moulin have come around so quickly. On Saturday 1 October we will be gone! September flew by as more sets of friends visited us; we enjoyed playing and looking after little ones, spending evenings sat outside in front of BBQs drinking beers and wine. We managed to get away a couple of afternoons and even visited one of the region’s places that shouldn’t be missed: Le Marais Poitevin, the Poitou-Charente’s so-called “Green Venice”.
|Yesterday evening at the restaurant, La Mine D'Or in front of Ron & June's "Diane".|
|Jamie handling veggie kebab and baby at the same time!|
|With our friends enjoying BBQs.|
|With our friends enjoying a boat tour of the Marais Poitevin.|
Mid-September, as Stuart went away for a few days, we looked after the bar and restaurant with Sarah and Alex. Jamie was the front of house whilst I worked in the kitchen with Sara and Alex, plating, frying and washing dishes. It was good fun to be ‘in charge’ so to speak.
On Tuesday night, we were hit by the mother of all storms. We all knew it had been coming; there was an air of foreboding anticipation that day. Sara had received warning calls from the insurance and we had all been following it on our various apps and websites. At around 8.30pm, the sky started to turn the most ominous shade of grey, and it had arrived. Whilst I was working the dishwasher, outside Jamie was battling with tables, chairs and awnings. The rain came and boy, oh boy did it come! Sara, who has lived here for getting on 13 years, said she had never seen gusts or rain like that.
That night Jamie and Willie walked around assessing the damage but it wasn’t until the cold light of day that the campsite awoke to see the devastation the gusts had caused. Armed with rakes, wheel barrows and a bit of determination we went about clearing the chaos left behind by mother nature. It took us all day and six trips to the déchetterie (local tip) to clear the touring pitch. The lovely guys at the tip even opened up a special section just for us as we had filled their green waste bins by 11.30am!
If you live anywhere for seven months, goodbyes are always
going to be hard. And for us the last two weeks have been a long set of difficult
farewells. First there was Pat and Roger, Gerry and Corina, Ian and Julie, and
then on Sunday, long term residents and our good friends, Willie and Gill left
to go back to England for good. They have been unbelievably supportive throughout
our time here in Chef-Boutonne and we will miss them très beaucoup (very much).
|The track leading to the campsite was a bit of a mess|
|Some of the debris after the storm.|
|Willie & Gill's Jack playing around amongst all the debris.|
|Nigel & Rita were, unfortunately, the worst hit as their gazibo got crushed by the sheer strengths of the wind.|
|"Get a room!"|
|At Andy and Wanda's farewell to Willie and Gill. Wanda and June are making the last touches to our meal.|
|Outside, we're all trying on Ron's second-hand flamboyant jacket!|
|Jamie holding his favourite dog!|
|A walk around Melle with Willie and Gill.|
|Looking at the description of the front of the building (on the previous picture).|
|Jamie playing with Jack on Willie & Gill's morning farewell.|
|Last hug :(|
|We're all gathered around to say goodbye to Willie and Gill.|
|At La Mine D'Or with Ron & June in front of their Diane.|
|Jamie has said a fond farewell to his trusty work boots. Adios!|