Wed 30/10/2013
It has been very windy again today, and
quite cold. We had an hour of central heating on in the van, and I got up early
and made a hot cup of tea. That helped.
Then I made my way into town to use the
internet, and collect the parcel from Sarah. Many thanks for that. Connecting to the net
brought good news.
Congratulations to Rachel for getting a
distinction in her MFA, and to David on getting a BBC scholarship for his fees
for the coming year. My results are out in two weeks’ time I think. I checked and
nothing is posted yet from LSE.
I found the nearest motorcycle equipment
stockist in Perpignan, about 45 minutes from here and downloaded directions
from google. Then went to the post office – thanks Sarah, the parcel arrived
and I spent the next two hours struggling to set up mobile internet. No luck,
something to do with contacting the service provider to remove some kind of
block. I return with some flowers from the market for Carol. To celebrate
Rachel’s results, or David’s scholarship, or to say sorry for losing her bike helmet. Maybe all three. Maybe one shouldn’t need a reason to buy flowers.
Then despite the cold gusty winds, we set
off for a walk from the van over the top of the hill. There are great views
over the vineyards to Argeles. There is a hill fort in the distance we shall try and find a route for. We continued our walk almost into town, and
then back with the sun setting. Lots of new vans in our site on our return.
Tomorrow to Perpignan to buy a new crash
helmet for Carol.
Thursday 31/10/2013
I have to go into Perpignan alone, since we
only have one crash helmet, and I manage to find my way in with the help of the
Chinese American satnav lady speaking into one ear via a set of ear phones. Why
does the sound only come through one side? Why does the sat nav instructions
get punctuated with strange electronic pings and whooshes? Why do I have to
take the fifth exit from the roundabout when there are only four exits? No
answer to these conundrums, but it helps to sometimes ignore obvious problems
and head for the commercial sector of a town.
The lady in the shop shows me about four
helmets and says these are the only ones in size 55cm, so I buy an open face
helmet of good quality on their sale with the promise that it can be exchanged
after trying it on.
When I get back to Collioure, Carol has
walked into town and has been taking photos at the harbour and of small sailing
boats, and we meet at the children’s playground.
After lunch we both head back
to the motorcycle accessories shop, and Carol complains that the helmet is
hurting her head; obviously not the right shape for her. We spend about a
decade in the shop and Carol has tried on every helmet on the shelves, some
about 14 times. The grey one fits best, but lacks butterflies and a slide down
sun visor. Eventually we settle for the matt grey, which is a great full-face
helmet, and a good jacket to match.
I buy the small windscreen that I was
eyeing out in the morning. The man in the shop tells us it is illegal to ride a
motorcycle at night without 4 reflective stickers, placed front and back and to
each side of the helmet.
When we get home it is starting to get
dark, and there is no light to mount the windscreen, so I fix some stickers
instead.
Friday 1/11/2013
I phone the estate agents early but no
reply, so I leave a message, in the hope of arranging some more viewings.
I then spend an hour or so mounting the
screen, fiddling with various combinations of the fixing plates until I get a
good fit.
Then we decide that we should really do our weekly wash, and head off
to the laundrette at Collioure. It is shut, for a whole month for some reason.
We try Port Vendre, and Carol has loaded a machine in their strange ‘plein-aire
lavarie’ before I decipher a sign saying it is not in use and being serviced.
So third time lucky as we head for Argeles sur mer. The police station is
manned and the tourist office closed, but the gendarme gives me a map and sets
me off in the right direction.
We use the 40 minute wash cycle to treat
ourselves to lunch out, since I am now hungry, and a local restaurant gives us
a fine country salad with all sorts of bits in it, and a pizza with ham and
chorizo. The beers put us in a good mood, and we end up not quite drying
anything in the laundrette. Beer affects your judgment, did you know? Back home
to hang everything up in the sun.
We then set off and explore the town’s
heights as Carol is sure we can get to the fort overlooking the town, by
walking up from the windmill. I think we can drive up. We are both right, and I
find the little track with a steep gradient and the bike dutifully pulls us up.
There is a small tourist land train that goes up the same route. Stunning views over Collioure and Port Vendre reward us.
Coming down we see the track connects with
the next village, Port Vendre, so we go down this way.
None of the shops are open
but we pop into Lidl which is bucking the trend and get milk and bread. We
resist the pointed Halloween witch’s hat. No pumpkins either.
Saturday 2/11/2013
We head back to Lidl to do the weekly shop.
When we get there we take a trolley since there are no baskets – bad mistake.
Despite the presence of two motorcycle helmets in the trolley we are affected
by the size of the trolley and forget that we have to carry everything home.
The trolley somehow gets completely filled; we simply have to have some fur
lined wellington boots, obviously. And whisky, and 10 year old port, and a few
large bottles of water, oh yes and lemonade 6 pack, and a coke six pack. What
were we thinking? The Renault Scenic is in Reading, and it is not very
convenient to stagger out of the shops with 80kg of groceries and only two
rucksacks and a very small motorbike.
We try out various combinations, but there
is no getting away from the fact that it is probably impossible, and possibly
illegal to attempt to carry it all home in one go. Carol now needs the loo; she
is adamant she is not riding the bike back alone with half the groceries. She
stays behind, and I set off home with the first load; a rucksack that weighs,
oh, the equivalent of what the SAS carry when out on exercise. I drop this lot
off, and return with a cargo net and two other rucksacks, and we eventually get
home (Carol has still got dry knickers, phew) I have to take a photo of all our
shopping.
We spent over €100. We filled 4 rucksacks. Coming home I am trying to find the rear brake pedal with my right foot, and the bag on the petrol tank means I have no way of reaching it. Fortunately we are going at the speed of the fastest moped at this stage.
The lady from the estate agency calls me to
say we can look at two houses this afternoon, so we rapidly unpack, have lunch
and set off for Céret, which is 30 minutes away. She is surprised we had
forgotten that 1st November – all saints day, is a holiday in France
too.
We love the setting of the village house in
Céret, which is opposite the rugby stadium and next to the sixth form college,
the Lysée. Both are closed today, so we have no appreciation of the noise
factor, and the house scores hugely on convenience.
Town centre with bars and
restaurants is 5 minutes walk, and there is a garden with fruit trees. We help
ourselves to a few grapefruit. The house is lovely, although the décor is about
40 years out of date. Charming though.
The next house is in Amélie les bains
Pallalda. Les Bains means ‘the baths’, a thermal spa town, where one can still
get sent for ‘the cure’ in the spa on the French health service. A little like
Bath in England where the famous rheumatology centre is located.
The house is being sold because of a
divorce, and is huge. There is plenty of living space downstairs, and the whole
upstairs section has its own entrance and stairway and is let out to people
coming to take the waters. It generates income – handy too. I like it, but
Carol was not so sure. It had been extensively refurbished, with double-glazing,
a climate control system, central heating, a mix of limestone tiled floors, and
wooden floors, and modern bathroom and kitchen.
Quite a Catalan influence with
orange and yellow tiles and cupboards in the kitchen, the regional colours. A
fenced-off swimming pool, and mountain water coming down past the side of the
garden for plant irrigation. A lovely terrace outside the kitchen, and a formal
dining area off towards the lounge. Large parking area, and a sort of studio
which could be a painting room, and a sewing room to boot.
40 minutes from
the sea. Perhaps a bit far into the mountains.
On the ride home, a lovely orange and then
pink sunset, and the wind has died down. The wind screen helps riding back on
the larger autoroute, where the speed limit is 110 or 66mph. Amazingly the
little bike just hits 110 with two up, but the wind does catch the rider’s
helmet.
I am definitely of the opinion that I could
live here for 10 years or more.
By the by here are 10 uses for duct tape
11 winding around bicycle
handlebars before mounting a basket for better grip
22 taping on a broken lock, to prevent
the lock from falling out
33 taping an allen key to a bike
basket to use to release or tighten the basket
44 fastening a satnav to
motorcycle handlebars, in a plastic zip up wallet
55 fixing a broken bumper on a
campervan
66 fixing a roller blind
77 making a thumb splint for a
sprain or acute arthritis
88 taping a thermometer to an
interior wall on van
99 fixing a broken watchstrap
110 making an inner lining for a beach bag
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