Thankfully the atrocious music had stopped around midnight and the children and tipsy dancers stopped shouting at each other soon after. The morning sun was pleasant and we dithered about whether we should pack up and move on, stay put until after Bastille day on Monday or just shift our stuff to the quieter (slightly) municipal site over the road. In the end we spent the day chatting to Michael about various things like the Swiss national service, computers and photography, his travels in Oz, our adventures so far etc etc. We decided to stay put for the holiday weekend and Michael drove me to the supermarché where I stocked up on enough food for the long weekend. We dreaded what sort of noise would kick off this evening being a Saturday night and with the camp site rapidly reaching capacity, but it turned out there was no ‘entertainment’ tonight, and the kids were generally more bearable. The evening had brought some chilly Atlantic winds and having feasted on chicken and cheese sauce with potatoes, peas and carrots, and having finished the red wine we zipped the weather out and relaxed on the new pillows I’d bought because our beany cushions had become slack.