… that’s causing me my sleeping issues. I had a good night last night up to about 03:40 when I awoke with a bang. The fridge was rattling away like nobody’s business and so I rearranged a few things inside, made sure that the door was properly closed, and then stuck my head back underneath the quilt.
And there I stayed until the alarm awoke me.
After breakfast I relaxed for a good while and then went out to find a baguette. Four different bakers I have tried here, and four awful baguettes that have the constituency of chewing gum. At this rate, I’ll be having to make my own.
Lunch was partaken in here seeing as how it was misty and damp outside. And then we hit the streets.
I headed south through St Pair sur Mer to Jullouville and Carolle. And apart from a couple of beautiful beaches (especially Carolle-Plage where I stopped for half an hour and read a book) there was nothing of interest.
Mind you, we did have an exciting time at the Square-Immo offices in Jullouville. Yours Truly arrives just as the estate agent is departing. He looks at me – and I look at him.
After a minute’s pause – “well, can I come in?”
“No” replied the estate agent. “I’m just leaving” and he ushered me out of the door.
And they say that there’s a recession ongoing in Western Europe. Is it any surprise when they heave customers out of their shops like this?
So dodging the raindrops, I drove across Granville to Breville. And there was nothing there either. It’s all looking a bit miserable.
However there were two camp-sites and so I made enquiries. This idea of parking up a caravan for the summer and seeing what the winter brings is certainly not impossible. While I have paid less for accommodation in the recent past, it does have its attractions from a financial point of view and might save me from embarrassment when I end up with nowhere to live.
I came home via Donville les Bains to have another look around at the place. It certainly has its attractions too and I shall look a little further into this.
I had vegan burgers for tea, with potatoes and veg. Followed by more vegan carrot cake and soya cream. Now I’m ready for anything – but bed is the most likely.
Despite having had a decent sleep last night, I’m still worn out. It’s taking its toll of me.
A gently used motorhome? You can drive big stuff so that shouldn’t be too tricky, even if you only drive 50km a day.
Have you seen the price of gently-used motorhomes? And camp site fees aren’t cheap either.
It’s going to have to be somewhere more permanent, especially once winter comes.
I’ve seen people getting very lucky in the autumn when people sell their older motorhome in order to save a couple of grand in storage costs.
I can see what you mean though with your more limited diy-abilities these days. Have you thought of a small mobile home and renting some land to put it on?
The trouble with a lot of these trailer sites is that they can’t be used for permanent residence. If you want a plot with permission for permanent residence, some speculative builder will already have snapped it up. France (and most other places in the world) isn’t like the USA for this kind of thing. Even in Canada, to set up a residence you need waste and effluent drainage before you even start thinking about what you are going to put on the land.
Even a basic camping pitch costs about the same month-by-month as a small apartment.