We travelled about 90 minutes East and enjoyed the countryside becoming distinctly more Tyrolean as we approached Switzerland. We were heading for Acrobath (www.acrobath.com) which turned out to be bit like Go Ape except with scant regard for anyone's health and safety.
Lisa and Arthur put themselves in danger for an hour or so, whilst Merri and I enjoyed the composting toilet and a warm can of Orangina.
I explained to the proprietor (by writing 'THIS IS A DEATHTRAP!' on a piece of paper for the express delight of her newly arrived customers) that if we were in England I could probably make a phone call and have her shut down within the hour. She shrugged a nonchalent 'bien sur' at me as the hob-nailed boots of a zip-wiring 18-stone father of four skimmed past my ears. Then we left, all aggrieved like.
We returned to Gannay sur Loir to discover a palpable frisson of excitement. Yes, Thursday is the day that the Pizza Wagon rolls into town. The campsite emptied in a frenzied rush to join the queue to place orders. We joined in to be allocated a timeslot for collection some two hours hence.
We returned, two hours later to stand around in a muddled queue comparing pickup times with other campers whilst the chilled-out pizza lady casually dropped the occasional pizza onto the floor whilst speeding other out to locals 'fast-track'-style from the back door of the van.
Still, those 40 minutes stood in diesel fumes won't harm us and the pizzas tasted quite good in the end.
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