Based on our experience coming into the Rhone Alps, the alarm has been set for 0730. We’re on the road an hour later and manage to miss all the ski traffic. If we’d waited another hour, we’d have been stuck for an extra two . or more.
We’re heading to Germany to get the boiler fixed. Heating is fine with electricity, it’s no use with gas . which really stops us parking up wherever we want at this time of year, taking all the random fun away we’ve enjoyed previously.
We’re aiming to get near Mulhouse, since it’s somewhere we keep passing as we travel around the continent. It also happens to be around halfway to where we need to be in Germany.
It’s a long haul. We stop off at around 250km for lunch but it isn’t until 1700 that we arrive at Camping de Masevaux.
The warden is Scottish (despite Therese thinking the accent is Welsh). We shore up just off the main road on the site, since it’s been raining for three days and we don’t want to stick in the mud again.
Some Germans have taken a slightly more basic approach and blocked the road to the remainder of the campsite.
Never mind, along with us, all the remaining residents have joined a pact to raid them at 2AM tomorrow morning and steal their children to keep as slaves for the next 25 years.
We go for a quick walk around the town of Maseveux in the evening. It’s small and pretty. There’s a surprising number of bars, one Italian restaurant and, of course, an Alsace place.
OK, we didn’t camp in Mulhouse, but we did end up close .
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