OUR FIRST CAMPING CAR TRIP MARCH 2006

 

Having celebrated 10 years of camping I thought you might like to see where we went for our first outing in our mobile home.

We decided to go down the west coast of France and into Spain, hoping to get as far as Galicia, the most westerly part of northern Spain.  This little sketch was done in Derwent drawing pencils near La Rochelle in the Marais Poitevin, a reclaimed marsh area, which is very flat so the buildings like this pretty village and church stand out and can be seen for miles. 

 

At La Rochelle we crossed the bridge to Ile de Ré and spent a few days at St Martin, the capital, in a campsite just inside the city walls. I used Derwent Graphitint watersoluble pencils for this one and I think the colour has changed over the last 10 years.  While we were there the weather was rather damp, I think we had hoped it might be better but early March isn't renowned for hot sun is it!

We carried on heading south and our next stop was at Arcachon for a night and in the morning we stopped at the dune de Pyla.  I climbed to the top of this, the largest sand dune in Europe and was rewarded with a fantastic view out to sea and over the nearby islands.

 

After a long drive through the pine forests of Les Landes we came to Bayonne, a beautiful town on the river Nive. We had our lunch in a café by the riverside and I stood to draw this on one of the bridges afterwards.

 

 

We crossed into Spain and found a lovely hilltop campsite at Zarautz with fabulous views over the bay and town.  As our pitch was right near the edge we could look straight out to sea through the windscreen and this is the side view from the dining table.  The walk into town was pretty arduous but we went down several times to explore and shop.

 

 

One of our reasons for visiting this part of Spain was to see San Sebastian where my parents had holidayed in the 1960s, leaving us children at home with Granny.  I wanted to take photos of the same places they had been and we were pretty lucky to find most of them.  I only had time for a sketch while we waited for the funicular to go to the top of mount Igeldo which stands at the edge of the beautiful shell shaped beach.

 

Soon it was time to move on and our next destination was Santillana del Mar, a very pretty historical village on the route de Compostella.  This is the view through the door of the camping car, looking towards the Picos d'Europa.  While we were there we discovered a wonderful museum depicting the caves of Altamira which had been perfectly reproduced as the originals were not open to visitors in order to protect the cave paintings over 16,500 years old.

 

The Picos in the distance were covered in snow and we were glad we had brought some warm clothes.  We debated whether to go any further west and decided to start heading back and save the rest of the north coast for another day.  It took us another 9 years before we completed our original plan to visit Galicia which we did last summer.

We're off again tomorrow to visit the family in England, everything is packed and stowed ready for an early start in the morning so I'll say 'au revoir' and see you again in a couple of weeks with lots more sketches.

 

 

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Our next port of call was back on the north coast near  Ribadeo, a town on a river which we passed by road but didn't actually visit as we had so much fun by the sea about 15 kilometres away.  This is the view from just across the road from the campsite we stayed in and we could hear the breakers through the night when the wind picked up. 

 I really enjoyed sitting here drawing with my crayons, the sun on my back and listening to the sea.

 

The road followed the coast and it was amazing to be cycling along with the sea at our sides, the sun shining and very little traffic to contend with.  There was a part of the coast called the praia cathedrais, or cathedral beach where the sea had carved out arches which could only be seen at low water.

 

 

We stopped there one morning and found it very crowded with coach parties and school children all enjoying the sights.  It was impossible to sit and sketch as I had hoped so I took lots of photos and drew these 2 sketches later in the tranquillity back at camp.

 

 

When we arrived at this camp there was plenty of space and I selected one near the boundary which had a nice view across to the hills.  I drew this while Bob snoozed after our first lunch here in the camp café.  By teatime the place was filling up and my view was a couple of  Dutch caravans instead!

 

We cycled along the coast every day we stayed here and found a tiny fishing village called Rinlo about 12 kilometres away.  I sketched the restaurant by the bridge as we sipped our beers in the bar opposite. 

A few days later we returned to have lunch there and what a feast, imagine perfectly cooked slices of ultra fresh octopus followed by the house speciality 'Arros Caldosa de Marisco'  a kind of seafood soup full of prawns, lobster, shellfish and rice washed down with chilled Albarino wine from Galicia.

We were in foodie heaven and then a lovely slow cycle back to camp really made our day!

 

 

The paths along the road and sea in this area were covered in a wonderful array of wild flowers, different to the ones I saw at Ribadesella so I gathered another bouquet to draw.

 

 

 

I managed to identify all except the one on the right that also comes in red and looks a bit like clover from a distance but on close inspection the leaves are different and the flowers are a bit like vetch.  Any ideas?

Next time we're on our way back to France, à bientot!

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At last we made our way to Santiago de Compostela, the third most popular focus of pilgrimages after Jerusalem and Rome.  The camp site was a short bus ride from the centre of town and very cramped but it was well worth the effort as we have dreamed of coming here ever since we became aware of it's existence when we visited various towns on the pilgrimage routes.

 

On Saturday morning we caught the bus to town and when we got off, looking a bit puzzled about which direction to take, a very kind lady also on the bus, took us up some steps, past the market and through some narrow streets to show us the way to the cathedral. We stopped for a coffee first and found ourselves surrounded by pilgrims celebrating their arrival and greeting people they had met along the way.  A bit later we saw a group of musicians setting up ready for a concert so we sat and listened for a while before going into the huge cathedral.

 

The interior was amazing, lots of gold decorations and little chapels all around the outer edge with a huge completely gold crypt containing the relics of St James in the centre next to the nave.  The seats were filling up with people, many of them obviously pilgrims with their scallop shells hanging from their bags.  There was a censor hanging on a very long chain suspended from the ceiling which is swung during the masses every day, however we didn't get to see it in action as we didn't stop to partake in the service but we heard about from some people we met on the campsite. 

 

After a delicious tapas lunch in a lively bar we sat on the steps at the back of the cathedral to watch the world go by.  I sat and sketched the view from our seat and listened as people came and went, greeting friends and promising to keep in touch, while Bob chatted to a Frenchman who sat next to us.  I wondered what the crowd of people I had been drawing were doing so we investigated and discovered they were queuing to get their final stamps on their passports for completing the Camino and collect their certificates. 

 

The atmosphere in Santiago is amazing, full of happiness and camaraderie, so many people have made journeys of a lifetime and found new friends as well as discovering themselves spiritually.

For a little while Bob and I considered doing the Camino and even looked at backpacks and walking boots but common sense soon prevailed as we both have rather creaky knees and a 10 kilometre walk is about the best we can achieve these days.  We met a lovely German girl later at Santillana del Mar who was doing the walk alone, with a 15 kilo pack including a tent and had had to break it into 2 or 3 legs with a rest at home in between.  As an extra challenge she was taking the coastal path which is hillier than the path through the centre crossing the plain.

Next time we're back by the sea so I'll see you again in a few days.

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The second stop on our travels along the north coast of Spain was at Cudillero, a pretty fishing village nestling in the cliffs with it's own tiny port.  On our first sortie to town on our bikes, trying to follow the instructions from the camp, we met an old man who showed us the way to the cemetery from which we had a fantastic view of the port.  From there we realised we would only be able to cycle down if we went down the main road as we were looking at a very steep drop.  The main road was surprisingly long and hilly and we were dreading the return as would have had to push the bikes all the way back!

 

This is a 'horreo' a traditional granary in the Asturias region.  Almost every house in the countryside has one in the garden, some of which have been converted for storage or even spare bedrooms.  This particular one was a rather older version that I could see as we sipped our coffee in a little bar not far from the cemetery.

 

When we eventually arrived at the village we had a good look around before deciding where to have our lunch as there were lots of restaurants and cafés around the main port area.  We had a delicious lunch of squid, octopus, fresh fish and paella and this is the view from our table which I was able to sketch between courses.

 

After lunch we had a rest before tackling the return journey as we had decided to go up the short way through the town straight to the cemetery.  The road was very steep and the locals were sitting outside their doors or leaning over their walls, encouraging us as we sweated and pushed our heavy bikes in the hot sun.  We made it though and were very pleased as it was a lot safer than trying to go up the road, which was a much longer distance.

 

 

I've decided to add this photo to give you an idea of the view from the cemetery, zoomed in so you can see what a pretty place it is and how steep the hill is!

 

 

The little bar by the cemetery became one of our stopping places each time we visited the town and we tried the local cider there one day.  Asturias is renowned for it's cider and the special way it is poured by the waiter, a little at a time to keep it fresh and cool.

 

We had another meal at the same restaurant as we had enjoyed the first one so much, but this time the weather was a bit cooler so we sat inside with the locals, some of whom were having a sing song, I only remembered that I could have taken a video on my new camera when it was too late and they were leaving.  The local dish, 'Fabada' is a stew of beans and sausages which was perfect to warm us up before tackling the climb back up the hill, although we had by this time realised it was best to leave the bikes by the bar at the top!

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Ribadesella on the north coast of Spain is a lovely holiday resort with something for everybody.  There is a beautiful curved beach, lined with historic early 20th century villas, a fishing port and a marina as well as an attractive town that's on the Camino de Compostella.  The name of the town comes from the river Sella on which it is situated.

 

The 2 headlands that face each other enclosing the beach have a beautiful house on the west and a lighthouse and chapel on the East.  We watched a fishing boat come in through this entrance one day and the sea was pretty rough till it turned the corner here, in fact I could describe the boat as surfing in on the crest of a wave.

 

It didn't take us long to find a café bar we liked for our daily rosé before lunch and I did several sketches as we sat and sipped in the sun.  The lamp posts in Ribadesella are particularly attractive with complicated curlicues holding on the light.

By chance on our first day in town as we sat in a restaurant finishing a delicious lunch, we got chatting to the couple at the next table, who turned out to be an Englishman married to a Spanish lady.  Even more coincidental was the fact that they owned a house less than 5 miles from our old house in England and knew our road.

 

We soon made friends and arranged to meet again the next day to have our lunch together, after which Ian and Majee invited us to their home for tea and cake.

How amazing to discover that they owned that lovely house overlooking the bay that we had been looking at a couple of days earlier!  We had another lunch together on the Saturday which lasted till 5 pm before we had to say our goodbyes as they were setting off for England on the Monday.

 

On Sunday, instead of walking into town, we set off for a walk around our campsite area and we discovered a lovely picnic area overlooking the whole bay and town.  We took a couple of glasses of wine in the little bar there while I drew another view across to Ian and Majee's house.

 

 

 

On the return stroll to camp we found another little bar tucked in between a few houses only 3 minutes walk from our base so we stopped for another glass.  In Spain you always get something to nibble with your drink and we were offered little slices of Spanish omelette here and after the pate on toast we had been given at the previous bar we almost didn't need any lunch!

 

The walk into town here was along footpaths and a country road, all lined with a wonderful variety of wild flowers.  I picked a bunch of at least 16 and took them back to the camper car to put on our table and draw over the next few days.

 

The 4 in these sketches were the most unusual species I found and I managed to identify 2 of them but I would love to know the names of the other 2 if anybody can help?

Our next stop was at Cudillero a bit further to the west which I'll show you next time.

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We are back at last from our summer trip in the camping car.

 

We took the ferry from Roscoff to Bilbao in northern Spain to save ourselves a very long drive through France at the beginning of the holiday.  The crossing took 21 hours including a night on board so I made sure to take my sketchbook and crayons with me to keep myself amused as we went along.  As you can see I started on Bob as he sat reasonably still reading his Kindle book.

We eventually arrived at the tip of Brittany and as the sea was a bit rough the captain had decided to pass down the Chenal de Four in the shelter of Ouessant island.  We have been down this route several times on our own boat and we certainly would not have wanted to do it in a small boat this time as the waves were quite high!

 

 

As we cruised along we were able to spot several of the lighthouses we knew and we soon started to realise that we had passed some of them more than once and we seemed to be going round in circles. We wondered if the captain had lost his way but when I and several other passengers enquired at the desk we were told that the captain had a pilot on board to show him the more difficult way through the rocks so that in future he could do the route alone.  The lady in the perfume shop, who turned out to be a friend of Stephanie my baker friend, joked that it was 'la route dinatoire' in other words a calm way to go so passengers didn't get seasick!

 

After a pleasant evening and a good sleep we drove off at 8 the next morning into a very damp drizzly day.  We had thought to stop at a campsite near Bilbao in order to visit the city and the Guggenheim museum but the camp I had found didn't live up to our expectations so we drove on westwards with the promise that we would do the visit on the return journey.  We stopped at Ribadesella and found an almost empty, very friendly campsite, and only a couple of kilometres walk from the town and beach.

 

The walk into town was downhill all the way along footpaths and roads so on our first walk the next day I collected a lovely bunch of wild flowers from the side of the road to put on the table and to draw of course.  I counted at least 16 species and I hadn't picked everything I saw!

 

The town was very attractive with lots of interesting buildings in the centre as well as a church.  It's on the 'Camino' to Santiago de Compostela and the paths are marked through the town with painted scallop shells.  We saw quite a few pilgrims with their rucksacks decorated with a hanging shell.

 

The campsite was carved in terraces out of the hillside with the mountains in the distance looming above us.  I sat one afternoon on the top terrace to draw this as we had decided to camp at the bottom level, being easier for us to access with our big camper car.

Next time I'll take you to see the beach and tell you about a very interesting encounter.