9th June 2009- A pleasant day in Ebreuil

We were again greeted with a blue sky first thing in the morning and so after the usual ablutions we walked the mile or so in to downtown Ebreuil with the River Sioul on our right and the hills on our left. Last time we were here there was significant work taking place to bring natural gas to the town's people along with updating the mains electric system. All this now seems to be finished as the roads are back and there is very little sign of the work that had taken place.

We did our little bit of shopping in the SPAR shop which we felt looked cleaner and tidier than we remember whilst the fruit and vegetable looked much better and up to major supermarket standards. There was a leaflet announcing the return of the musical festival which we watched last year with considerable amusement and so we will look forward to this event in ten days time. The camp site is still only sparsely populated with mostly Dutch Couples or (double Dutch as Noel calls them) with perhaps only three English couples all of whom seem to have come to this area on their way home from the Dordogne area of France where it had been hot but not any more since the end of last week.

There was some more brief rain in the afternoon again but not heavy and the weather will certainly improve on Friday seems to be the opinion of the Dutch.

Following dinner we did our usual walk around the site looking at the new arrivals. Many of the Caravan's have their big satellite dishes beaming skywards no doubt picking up Coronation Street or the Dutch equivalent which I guess is called 'Up the Amstweg' or something similar.

Noel spent some more time on preparations for the forthcoming ex-company reunion and then it was 9.30 pm, good heavens where did the time go as its almost time for bed after a very hard day really not doing to much really.

After a very exhausting day today not doing much we have decided to have an easy day tomorrow.

There are no photographs so far as last year's pictures will suffice as we were in exactly the same spot and there is not much point in taking the same photos over and over again.

Maybe we shall wake up tomorrow and find that Gordon Brown has gone, we can only live in hope.