Summer holiday 2002
Charente, France






Sunday, 12th August
Day 3


Today we remain on the park. We do not do anything at all; we do not go anywhere at all. Nada! Mind you, we do not have the car at our disposal! So, what can I say? We walk through the resort, and have a look at the various types of cottages, that have been build here. There is quite a difference between the various types. The type of cottage we stay in is called "la Tulipe", the tulip.

The cottages are all build on the slopes and the tops of the hills surrounding the lake. The lake itself is shaped like a boot. At the nose of the boot is a small sandy beach with shallow water where the very young children are playing. Nearby a small purification plant cleans the water from the lake.










Monday, 13th August
Day 4


The day starts somewhat clouded with the sun peaking from behind the clouds every now and then. I get up early today because I need to bring the car to the workshop, remember! Picture this, the whole family pushing the car to the road that leads down to the lake and me jumping in quickly and letting the clutch come up, thus starting the car. I then drive to Montbron to the garage were I am given a "replacement" car while they are repairing mine. Returned at le Chat I shot the following picture. You′ll be the judge, very French wouldn′t you agree? Needles to say that we stayed at the park.

There is one amusing detail that I just remembered when driving this car. Driving from and back to Montbron every Dutch car that I came across slowed down and very carefully drove near the edge of the road until I had passed. How about that!


Going walk-about.


At around 13:00 I decide to go for a walk. I leave through the rear entrance of the park, and follow the road that runs alongside the golf course la Preze, then straight ahead into the direction of Planchas, and then into the direction of Rouzède. This is a very nice route where you can really enjoy the French countryside.

After walking for while I come to the conclusion that I somehow had "lost my bearings". I wasn′t really lost, not really. I know exactly where I was, I was in Charente, in France. No problem! I then figure that if I would make enough left turns, I would end up at the point of where I started. But for some weird reason though, the road just keeps on bending to the right, compensating for all the left turns that I take.

Finely I come across a road sign that points into the direction of Montbron. I figure that ones getting there, it will be simple to get back to le Chat since I have been to Montbron at least twice before. And according to the sign it is only 4 kilometres to Montbron! So I walk through Pouge and Lavaud into the direction of Montbron, crossing the Tardoire river at Lavaud. I walk up hill and down hill, across bridges and over quite a long stretch road of which I can´t possibly remember the name anymore, until I finely reach Montbron.

I then start to follow directions for Ecuras along the D699. As it turns out to be, this is another 8 kilometres. At the time I didn't know this. When I reach le Chat I go straight to the "waterhole" (the bar) and replace the bodily liquids I have lost during my brisk 16 kilometres walk. We calculated this, the bar tender and I, while I was taking in the necessary liquids. I have been gone for about 4 hours!


I definitely need a map!!!










Tuesday, 14th August
Day 5


Today we stay at the cottage all day long. The weather is really nice and the sun starts to show it self from behind the clouds more and more. We do some reading and some drinking (me!!!) and some eating (me also) and some hanging around (me as well).

In the afternoon when the sun really shows itself, the kids go for a swim in the lake. The water is still a bit to nippy to my liking, but they don't mind at all. When I go looking for them in order to make a picture, they have changed the lake for the pool, which is next to the soccer field. Actually there are two pools, one for the adults and one for the toddlers.





Sitting in my chair again, enjoying the sun, I catch myself listening to, as far as what I am concerned, the major attraction of the park. I am referring to the deafening quiet. Whith deafening quiet I am refering to the total absence of any mechanical noise, including radios. A luxury commodity that is not always available everywhere. You can listen to the birds and the exquisite absence of virtually any other noise.

Oooh shit..., I must be getting old.












and welcome!




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The map Montbron region.

The map Montbron region



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A view from the terras.

A view from the terras.



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A stack of timmer nearby.

A stack of timmer nearby.



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A late summer afternoon at le Chat resort.

A late summer afternoon at le Chat resort.



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The terras in front of the bar.

The terras in front of the bar.



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The replacement car I was given.

The replacement car I was given.



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Tardoire river at the village of Lavaud.

Tardoire river at the village of Lavaud.



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A boating trip on the lake.

A boating trip on the lake.