France 10

James' letter from France

Day 13: Roquebrune revisited

As it was our last full day in the area, mummy and daddy decided to spend most of it avoiding driving anywhere, and seeing more of Roquebrune village, and the lake. As I'd had a lot of time in my seat in the car, I went along with their idea.

Roquebrune view

However, first thing mummy and daddy wanted to go to a place called a supermarket to get some pink stuff in bottles. It looks a bit like my Calpol, but I'm only allowed one small spoon of that occasionally, whereas they seem to get through several large bottles of this stuff (especially on the day when our friends came). This morning they got a lot of bottles of this stuff, and said they were taking it home with us. Then we went back to Roquebrune. This is a view showing the whole village from a little distance. You can see the 'roque' on the right, the castle tower in the middle, and the belfry (with a bell in it) to the left of the tower.

So then we went into Roquebrune to have a look at the belfry other bits of old wall and other old things in more detail. There were lots of steps, so mummy had to carry my pushchair, whilst daddy carried me. This picture shows the belfry, which is quite old, even older then grandma.

Roquebrune Belfry

I hope daddy doesn't expect me to swim in this

Below the belfry is a fountain, which we saw some dogs swimming in. They really seemed to enjoy it, but I think I preferred the look of the swimming pool on the campsite.

There are lots of narrow streets in Roquebrune, and some were too difficult to get through with my chariot. There are also lot of nice archy bits, with things growing on them like this one.

Underneath the arches

Feeding the chickens

At lunch time back at our caravan the chickens turned up for their feed. We had seen them most days on the camp site - they seemed to wander from caravan to caravan finding things to eat. They particularly seemed to spend a lot of time near my high-chair collecting bits that I dropped for them. Mummy said it reminded her of visiting her granny, who had chickens. She can remember being pecked by one chicken when she put her hand too near, so she was quite careful to make sure the chickens didn't eat my toes.

In the afternoon we went back to the place called the 'lake' where you have a lovely view of the 'roque'. This was like the place they called the 'sea-side' only not quite as noisy and rough. Occasionally, when a boat came past pulling someone with a plank strapped to thier legs there were extra bits of water called 'waves' but not as much as when we went to the sea-side. We didn't go in very far, because I didn't like it as much as the other wet place (the 'pool'), but it was alright to sit at the edge for a little while as mummy was holding me.

After my exhausting endeavours in the water, I had another sleep in my chariot. When I woke up, we had left the lake and the 'roque' for the last time.

With mummy by the lake

	Mummy has said that tomorrow we are going to leave here, and start going home, but that we won't be home straight away. I still haven't really worked out this 'distance' thing, but what it seems to mean is that in the next bit of time I will have to sleep in the car a lot. I'll tell you more about it tomorrow.