A little piece of tranquillity

My time at the campsite yesterday evening was so tranquil. Away from the hubbub of roads, cars, lorries and the self imposed focus on cycling, I washed all my other. Lounged in the pool in my borrowed budgie smugglers. The grass of the site a perfect green and all for the princely sum of €12.But I awoke early and enjoyed my breakfast on a borrowed chair pot on a table. So nice to eat a meal not with me sitting on the ground, the pot between my feet and my stomach scrunched up.I was packed and out the fatwas it got light. Both back lights flashing. The spectacular roads of Provence are softly undulating and winding between vine covers hills.Regular stops for coffee and croissants punctuate my ride.But by 11.00 I felt pretty drained and in searching for my next pick me up I dwindled to a very slow plod. Finally finding a small town I wolfed down 2 pieces of pizza and a bun. Nodded off for a bit in the town square. Then reset my route and pitched off again.I decided I was not 100% and went in search of a campsite. This I found but the price was back to €20 and no use of the pool due to no budgie smugglers…. maybe my nickers will do? I feel a bit swindled.