Over the Hills and Far Away -2-
After spending a few wonderful days in Tarbes we turned westwards and headed at a leisurely pace towards Peyrehorade, which was to be our overnight stop on the way to Biarritz. Before we got there though, we stopped for lunch along the way at another little village whose name escapes me. We put ‘Dino’ out to graze – a new mug Miki had bought on our bike ride out to Ibos.
Peyrehorade, or Gatorade as I preferred to call it, was a nice little town on the banks of a river, with a great tree lined area for motorhomes. Upon scouting the area, I noticed a covered electrical outlet attached to the trunk of one of the trees, about 12 feet off the ground. It’s always fun to play the game of “let’s get some free electricity”, so after a period of to-ing and fro-ing with the Boomobile, we were positioned directly under the tree. I still struggled to reach the socket, and then remembered we had a small ladder that we used to get up to the bedroom. Success!! Balanced precariously upon it, with Miki holding on for dear life at the bottom, I triumphantly thrust the plug into the socket after deftly lifting the cover.