Day 2 - La bouilloire est morte !

'The kettle is dead !'.... 'long live the new kettle'....just when your all parked up and ready for the 1st cup of tea, disaster strikes 😱. The faithfull little aluminium kettle we have had since getting the van had developed a little pin prick hole in the base and was now leaking. We listened to the gentle 'tsss', 'tsss' as the water dripped onto the gas flame and decided it was time to get a new one.
After  breakfast it was up and out to find an Aldi or camping shop but ended up at a motorhome dealer with a accessory shop so that had to do.  It actually had an Aldi next to it so a chance to do our 1st stock up of essentials. By now it was lunch time so to get over the fact that we had had to spend money on a new kettle we consoled ourselves at the nearby 'boulangerie' (baker) with huge 😱 ham and cheese wraps, coffee and cakes.
Suitably refueled with sugar it was sat nav time and headed SW for about 100 miles down into Normandy, Rouen and the mighty river Seine that flows into Paris . We ended up at cross thoughts (nothing new there Nigel) and the overnight stop Jill was thinking about was not the one I was thinking about and taking us too. As it turned out , once we put the right destination into the sat nav and both phones we were only 16miles away so off we set.......straight to a tee junction and a car ferry! 'err... will we fit on?' We did, just 🫣
 5 minutes later with 6 cars packed around us, we were chugging across the river Seine ..and the ferry was free!
We follwed the river for about 3miles before arriving at our stop for the night along side the river. €7.50 for a pitch with toilet dump facility. Water was available but you had to walk into the village for a token for the machine.
Everybody was cramed up against the wall on the opposite side of the small road along the river bank as, according to regulare visitors, the grass pitches alongside the river were very soft and sloped.
      Typically, once we pitched up between a couple of vans another came along and found the only solid pitch alongside the river. We wernt that bothered tho, being so close to the water ment it was midge city so we didnt want to open the back doors anyway.  We settled for a really nice view of the river, with its occasional Viking cruise ship, while we waited for the chicken , potatoes and mixed pepper tray baked to slowly cook in the oven and cracked open a beer.😋

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