From Chaos to Cognac

Well, last night was a disaster. The Paul Whitehouse sketch ran past 3am, and the kids were still playing torch hide and seek at 2:30am. The adults were even worse – shouting across the campsite like it was a pub garden. We got zero sleep.

We complained in the morning, got a full refund, and left – no chance we were staying another two nights. One of the noisy women came to apologise, but too little too late. I told her, in broken French and with Google Translate, that they’d disturbed sleeping children and it was selfish. She looked embarrassed. I was furious.

We found a lovely quiet site about 50 mins away – great pool, friendly owners, peaceful. The nearby village is hosting a cognac history festival. We walked there to get our steps in, had a couple of drinks and took loads of photos of the actors in costume. Planning to turn them into mini puppets and make a play for G – a sneaky French history lesson.

Walked back in the dark. Paul took a shortcut down a pitch-black lane. Spooked some wildlife, then a black cat ran across our path. I nearly s**t myself.

But hey, not dead – I’m uploading this.

Photo is the pre show area, the show was sold out and at 40€ each we thought it a bit much considering we don't speak the language. So we walked around all the stalls and sat and people watched with a glass of very nice wine for £1.50 until they'd all gone to their seats.