France

France, with its great aires, must be the most accommodating  of all countries for motorhomers.   Acres of neat green vineyards trailed off into the distance.  Rolls of tightly bailed, golden hay dotted the harvested fields and sun flowers crowded together to catch the sun.  Maisy ( the sat. nav.) was behaving impeccably; she obviously liked France too.  Our campsite was another friendly,  family run affair and we settled down  under the vaguely interested gaze of the unperturbed boules players who ummed and ahhhed over every throw and sip of good red wine.