Thisisit!: Arrived at the Olive Farm and 'I don't believe it'!!!!

Excitement rising.... nearly there

I stared and stared in total disbelief! I was having a 'Victor Meldrew' moment - big time! We had just arrived at Carol Drinkwater's place near Cannes. and I had dreamed about staring in awe at her beautiful olive trees and glorious Provence, but here I was staring instead at the back end of our caravan wedged like a cork in a bottle in her garden gate. There was Jeff on the road side shaking his head in despair and me trapped on the garden side. The brake had jammed as Jeff was manually trying to maneuvre the caravan into a small driveway at the side of the house.... OMG!!! It would not budge. There was no room to couple the car back on and pull it out. After ten minutes heaving and shoving we did manage to prise it back out onto the road with minimal damage to caravan or gate.

Carol, who had earlier received us with a lovely warm welcome and whom we had reassured "oh yes of course Jeff can park the caravan in this small space - no problem", came back down from her house

A fresh lemon
from Carol's garden

and kindly suggested alternative places where we could safely store the caravan. We did eventually resolve the problem (which was really about not being mistaken for gypsies!). Not the impression we wanted to make on arrival and we may need an olive branch at this rate....

Anyway, more importantly the wee gite is snug and well positioned for exploring. We dropped off into deep sleeps that night to the sound of heavy thunderous rain.

Next day it was still showery, but we headed into Cannes to check out what all the 'film festival' fuss was about. It was an amazing experience, especially after the last 18 months living in very rural France. We are not dedicated followers of fashion or the stars, and the glorious hype and heady glitzy atmosphere just bewitched us ...