The bad weather arrived the morning we were leaving. The rain was so heavy we had a dilemma. How to pack the car without getting absolutely drenched? Dougie had the answer. He took all his clothes off, wrapped the teeny towel round himself and gamely dashed between the chalet and the boot. Great cheers from me, embarrassed sighs from Rory and a few twitched curtains from the neighbours. Once done, he popped his dry clothes back on and then I found an umbrella to take me daintily to the car!
So was our Eurocamp holiday a success? Absolutely. The French campsites are excellent, often in quite beautiful surroundings. The Eurocamp mobile homes are spacious (well, bedrooms a bit tight, don’t know how many times I stubbed my toe on the bed), modern and clean. Amenities such as swimming pools and kids clubs are very good. There wasn’t anything specific laid on for teenagers at this time of year and at this site, but the one we have booked (and paid for) for the summer has a teenage club and plenty of sports and entertainment. They did have a tennis court but Scottish husband baulked at paying 8 euros an hour to use our own rackets so the boys had great fun playing gently on the path next to the chalet and losing the balls in the bushes.
Initially I found it hard to adjust to having a holiday where I wasn’t in some fancy gaff. M’Lady here rather likes dressing for dinner and raiding the mini-bar in 5 star hotels. But this break was just as enjoyable because it was stress-free and we laughed, a lot, even when things went wrong. I wore very little (Sorry Tim, next door) and therefore had hardly any washing to do when we got home, which was a bonus.
But I do have some tips regarding items to bring with you if you are considering a mobile home/camping holiday but are too much of a princess like me to rough it.
What to take?
- My husband. Years of camping as a child and he goes all Swiss Family Robinson in this environment. He single-handedly did all the supermarket shopping then cooked every night on the barbecue. I did go with him to the supermarket once but he found this frustrating as all I did was try to hunt out Nestle Crunch chocolate bars.
- Marigolds. As I wasn’t on cooking duties I was always at the bloody sink and I don’t like doing dishes without rubber protection.
- Unless you’re flying to the campsite, take your own bedding so you can be sure you have the right number of pillowcases per pillow. If you have space, stuff the duvet in. If you’re fussy about your pillows, stick them in too.
- Don’t bother with the £7 Welcome Pack unless you’re only staying a few nights as you’ll need to stock up on more coffee and tea sachets anyway, the matches are a bit rubbish and the washing up liquid bottle is tiny. But it is pretty good value as you do get an excellent dishcloth (!) and the bottle of wine included is very medicinal once you’ve stubbed your toe the second time.
- Bring your own beach towels. You can order them at £8 a pair but if their delivery hasn’t arrived, as in our case, you’ll spend 18 euros at the supermarket, knowing you’ve got a whole airing cupboard full of the buggers at home.
- Soap (yup we forgot), toilet roll (we may have packed the moist bum wipes but neglected to pack the dry stuff), spare bin bags, bags to take to the supermarket, pegs, ice cube bags, bathmat (ok not essential but I do hate one-legged hop-about drying)