A chill northerly wind blew through the campsite this morning, but in the pockets of sunlight the early morning sun was warm. Between us we breakfasted like kings on cheese omelette with freshly picked herbs, a baguette campagne, bonne maman strawberry jam, pain chocolate and thick creamy passion fruit yoghurt. We looked forward to tomorrow when we could eat it all again. We had made the right decision returning to Avingon. Angela felt safe and happy to be near a large hospital. We will stay as long as we need too until her knee is properly healed and her stitches removed. We have always envied people we see staying in the pods on campsites, particularly when it rained. We were now the ones to envy.
Being Sunday the town was quiet. We stopped for coffee before food shopping and then after lunch walked alongside the river stopping at La Bavette for an ice lolly and to rest Angela's leg.
The atmosphere was relaxed, the French enjoying a sunny Sunday afternoon, and us part of it. As we relaxed in deck chairs we watched a man fishing across the other side of the river and marvelled at the picture postcard sky above the town. Perfect. If we have to stay here a few more days we know we will find more areas to explore, and are looking forward to it. Thank God we didn't end up holed up on some terrible campsite in the middle of nowhere.
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