A Frenchman near Lyon started a collection of antique motorised vehicles, and after purchasing a Chateau to display them in, opened to the public in 1960.
Le Chateau de Rochetaille-sur-Soane was built in the 12th Century, damaged over time and rebuilt and modified in 1904, and purchased in 1959 by Henri Malatre to display his collection.
The collection is primarily vehicles made in or around Lyon, a City once famous for car constructors that have now disappeared, such as Rochet-Schneider, Luc Court and Berliet.
It does include some original vehicles, a Fort Model T, the Popemobile used during the Popes visit to Lyon, Adolf Hitler’s staff car from 1945, and various famous racing cars.
The Chateau
The Model T Ford was the most produced vehicle in the world (16.5 million) with assembly starting in 1908 in Detroit.
La Papamobile was used by Pope John Paul II during his visit to Lyon in October 1986. The vehicle was adapted to allow the Pope to salute his people.
Mercedes built 44 armoured cars for Hitler during 1939 and 1944. This particular car was seized by troops in May 1945.
One of the first funicular cars from the Fouviere funicular.
We left
Dover early on a Tuesday morning at the beginning of September on a ferry to
Calais and made our first stop a few hours south near Saint Quentin, just north
of Paris. Samson was, and still is, in
full working order and it is lovely to get back on the road!
Seraucourt Le Grand
The site
itself was surrounded by and on the edge of several tranquil and pretty lakes
full of carp, lilies and dragon flies –
the site was full of British couples in their dotage, their pitches full
of deck chairs, sun loungers, pot plants and gnomes! We had a grassy double pitch with easy access
and we used the few days here to settle back into our gypsy style life again.
We caught up on booking ahead for our next few stops and some shopping, as well
as enjoying the peace and quiet that comes with the return of school term – no
noisy children!
Lakes around the site.
Local church and Town Hall
Typical local house
We
discovered that the actual village we were in, called Seraucourt Le Grand, had
a cemetery full of First World War soldiers that had died in the surrounding
areas and whose graves had been relocated here as a gesture of
remembrance. It was a beautiful setting
on the top of a quiet, flat hill, surrounded by fields of corn and hay, with
beautifully well maintained flowers and shrubs dotted amongst the 1830
headstones. The majority of the graves
were of riflemen, cavalry or airmen, the average age at death was early 20’s
and lots were from the north of England, they were in regiments from
Lancashire, Yorkshire and Scotland.
WW1 cemetery
Troyes
We headed further south to Troyes, a beautiful medieval town that we have stopped at last year, and an odd thing happened – David adamantly denied ever having been there before!! Last year when we returned to the UK to MOT the truck, we stopped here overnight (on a Saturday night as Sunday morning was an issue finding a café open for breakfast!) in a small guest house at one end of the town, this time we booked into a campsite at the opposite end of town. And, another odd thing…..it rained! Only for the day!!
When we
walked from the municipal campsite into the old part of the city, we came
across the Cathedral first, which was closed when we visited last year. I clearly remembered the square, but he
didn’t. I remembered a fascinating old
wine shop on the corner of the square, which was closed last year, he
didn’t. I showed him the cathedral
gardens where we watched a young girl wearing no shoes playing in the fountains
with a big Alsatian dog, he didn’t. It
wasn’t until I took him to the restaurant that we had dinner in, and then into
the main square with the Town Hall, that he remembered! I was beginning to doubt myself at one
point!!
An old Toll House from the 1500s
Front of the Toll House
An impromptu dance session in the Town Square.
We walked
around the town, discovering more tiny passageways between the tall wooden houses,
admiring the partly wooden properties that are leaning away or bowing over, fascinated
at how they have survived time, weather and woodworm!
We visited the Saint Pierre Cathedral and went into Saint Madeleine church, and marveled at the ornate wooden organs in both. Saint Madeleine is unique with its gothic internal bridge,
Auxonne & Dole (near Dijon)
We arrived
at our next site late on Sunday morning, a riverside park that is under new
ownership and certainly needing a bit of TLC.
However, we had a huge area all to ourselves (apart from 2 tents, we were
the only ones here!) with full water and drainage and despite the fact that
none of the new owners spoke English, we found a good sunny area and settled in
for 2 nights.
In the
afternoon we took a drive 15kms away to Dole, to escape the noise of a
triathlon that was being held in the town, the cyclists and their supporters took
over the one way streets and police blocked off routes into the town so we
headed out away from the hustle.
Dole was a lovely town on a limestone ridge beside
the River Doubs, home to Holy Emperors and several Counts of Burgundy. A mix of one way circular roads led up to the
Basilica and the market hall and the nearby attraction of Louis Pasteur house
of birth, born in 1822. His father run a
tannery beside the Canal du Rhone an Rhin which also dissects the town and his
home as well as the tannery now form a museum on the street named after
him. The town is full of tall stone
properties dating back to the 16th century, either heading up to the
cathedral or down to the canal and river mixed in with tight jumbled stairways,
passages, underground fountains and narrow roads.
Birthplace of Louis Pasteur
We also
found a natural spring originating from under the rocky cathedral supports,
harvested in a trough dating back to 1274 or possibly earlier, it is called the
Fontaine aux Lepreux and it was found off Rue Pasteur. The water used to be
drunk by locals who thought it had healing qualities, whilst the lepers were
refused entry into the city, a leprosy hospital was founded beside its source
some miles away. In the 1600s it was used by local washer women to do their
laundry, until they were fined for polluting the water.
We admired
the Notre Dame Collegiate, built in the 1500s and a blend of Gothic and
Renaissance style, and at the time no expense was spared on the rich
interior. It was built as a Church and
became a Basilica in 1951 and has the highest church Tower in the region, 73m
high, the Bell Ringer used to live in the top of the Tower. Several areas were restored in 2009 including
plasterwork, paintings and the stained glass windows. We admired its organ, which was built in
1754, with 3500 pipes!!
Auxonne is a town on the River Saone where Napoleon Bonaparte was a student at the artillery school, he then returned again to stay whilst he was a 2nd Lieutenant in the Regiment de la Fere from 1788 to 1791. A statue of Bonaparte stands in the main square outside the Notre Dame Church.
Once again,
the church is a Gothic stone building but with a twisted spire, something very
unusual in this part of the world! The
original church was built at the end of the 12th century, extended
in the 13th and 14th centuries and an ornate porch was
added in 1516 – 1520. The spire was added in 1843 and is 33m high but the
weathervane is at a height of 70m!
The wooden
organ was built in 1629, and its decorative external casing (flowerpots,
cherubs and decorated panels) was added in 1789. It was completely renovated at
the end of the 20th century but not touched since then.
Several other wooden buildings around the square and town date back to the 1500s when this type of architecture was common. The Town Hall (above) was originally home to the Dukes of Burgundy dating back to the 15th century, and a Mansion built as the Bailiwick Court in the 15th C which became the Bankruptcy Court in the 18th C is now the Hotel de Ville, full of wooden staircases and twisted balustrades overlooking a stone courtyard.
The Public
Library contains a “reading room” dating back to 1850 as well as a collection
of books that were confiscated during the French Revolution.
Whilst we
were waiting for Samson to be repaired, we did have some fun!
One evening, going through my parents old photo albums, I came across some lovely pictures of my grandparents, which brought back some lovely memories of Christmas dinners. Granddad Jim was always after any leftovers to take home for a late supper, called them “buckshees”!
Mum and Grandad Jim x
Grandad Pat and Nan Lil x
I also found an old school photo, which made me cringe! It was taken in Year 3 of primary school, so I was 9 or 10, and I do remember being one of the tallest in the class, and being made to kneel on a bench so reduce my height for this photo. (I’m top row, far right, top ponytail!) With the help of Facebook friends, and the connection to old school friends, I can now name most of the people on this photo!
We had several cuddles with Nelson, who is still going strong at aged 14 and loves living with Robin and Charlotte. He remembers us as soon as we walk through the door and call his name!
A visit to
my Aunt provided me with lots of cuddles and nips from a litter of beautiful
Spaniel pups, if only I could have taken at least one of them home……
But then
Caity’s cat Luna, who she had only had for a month, produced her own litter of
5 cute kitties, so I have had tonnes of cuddles with them too.
During the “British
heatwave” we bought a paddling pool, put it up in Mum’s garden and cooled our
feet, just before the rains came!
I spent an evening with friends and family going to see a George Michael and Wham tribute band, not quite the same, but it was a fun evening!!
Several
times, we indulged in our love for curries, having missed a decent curry
abroad!
One weekend
we went to a 1940’s re-enactment, very impressive display of old cars, age
related clothing and even a wild bird display.
An afternoon at a local farm with Caity meant more animal antics.
We took a
trip to South Wales to see Mother-in-law and took her out for a trip to admire Burry
Port’s views of the Gower peninsular.
We headed up north and spent a few days with our friends Mike and Brenda, it was Mike’s birthday one evening so another delicious curry was devoured. Mike showed us the highlights of his home town, Warrington, two Wetherspoons pubs and some Golden Gates that were originally destined for Sandringham!
One evening we attended an ABBA tribute band, dressed up for the occasion, only to find it was an “AA” night, no Benny or Bjorn in sight!!
We took a
drive to Liverpool, and did the whole “Beatles experience”, walked down
Petticoat Lane, around the Albert Docks and went into the Cavern, listened to a
band singing Beatles songs, and spent some time looking at a John Lennon and
Yoko Ono exhibition in the Liverpool museum, very interesting.
The dirty Mersey!
John & Yoko’s scribblings.
Chatting to Eleanor Rigby.
It’s Cilla!!!
We spent a day in the walled city of Chester, and would highly recommend it, reminding me of the old buildings in Ross-on-Wye and Hereford. A very old town, heaving with black wooden buildings, upper walkways and beautiful architecture, all surrounded by a walkable stone wall.
Seen on the wall of a dentist’s surgery!
We also visited an amazing work of art, a canal boat lift! It’s called the Anderton Boat lift and works off two secure “tubs” of water which contain the canal boats, balancing each other out to make one lift and one drops! Quite a feat, lifting boats 50 feet from the River Weaver to the Trent and Mersey Canal, or vice versa, built in 1875.
Birds, bird watching!
In Peterborough, an exhibition of a whole Earth was held in the Cathedral to raise awareness of global warming, we had a job holding it up but we managed! My niece and her children came to stay for a few days, they survived camping during a heavy thunderstorm, so they can survive anything now! A long walk and climb around Nene Park tired us all out!
Witnessing the Hoover Factory fire
The new read end!
Leaving Peterborough.
We left Peterborough and stayed overnight in Folkestone, took a wander out to a War Memorial up the road, before catching the ferry from Dover the next morning.
Had an overnight stay before collecting Samson, and met two Swiss couples travelling on these beauties! Yes, I was jealous!!
So Samson made it in one piece from Croatia to Bicester where the lovely men at Mobile RV took apart the back panel and found we have had an issue with water ingress, which we were unaware of! So after discussions with the insurance company as to how much damage was caused by the “accident” and how much was from the water ingress, we finally settled on a 25% contribution towards the costs, which we were very happy with.
Eight long weeks later, Samson was returned with a new shiny back and side panel, new woodwork, and a new clean interior, the window opens nicely now and we are over the moon with the finish, and to have Samson back.
Post “accident” damage pictures
Internal lounge wall where the ladder was pushed through.
Steaming from Barcelona to Zaragoza to Bilbao – South to North – Literally!!
We spent 5 days chilling at Vilanova Park, a site we have been to before, just outside Barcelona, we caught up on shopping at our favourite supemarkets, Alcampo and Mercadona! Such small pleasures please us!!
We filled up with cheap fuel; bought several bottles of decent Spanish wine to take back to the UK; caught up with our washing and generally spent the morning doing chores then afternoons around the pool. The temperature was still hot, 35c and our air con in the trailer was playing up, the fan works but was only throwing out warm air so we had to rely on cooling the trailer by closing blinds, cooking outside and a big fan that we have keeping us cool at night.
Inside the trailer!
The busy pool at Vilanova
We have only ever been to Vilanova Park outside holiday season (October and March or April) and we so surprised to see such a difference, thousands of people everywhere, kids in the pool (Irish and French school holidays started mid June), iced cream and take away bars open and daytime and evening activities, through to a kids disco at 7.30pm and adult entertainment until midnight! Still very few staff, rushed off their feet. It was lovely to be recognised by one or two waiters!
Early Sunday morning we left Vilanova and drove 3 hours up to Zaragoza, a huge city in the middle of a desert like flat pain, often called The Windy City. On arrival, the temperature had crept up and reached 43c, with a boiling hot wind that made everything hot to touch, our outdoor plastic chairs, the crockery in the cupboards, and even our lounge seats were hot to sit on! We sat in the pool for a while, dried off quickly in the hot air, then had cold showers. Luckily the wind disappeared overnight and when we left Zaragoza in the morning the temperature was a cooler 26c!
Outside temperature when driving to Zaragoza
Tea break in a steaming hot car park
A Spanish Bull, Fort & Church on one hill!
Passing Navarette, where we stopped for a week 2 years ago.
Monday we took a slow drive up to Bilbao, stopping a few times for a break. We went from sea level to Zaragoza at 350m, to Rioja at 600m and back down to sea level at Bilbao!
The landscape changed from grey flat plains in Aragon (Zaragoza) to hilly wind farms through to lush green valleys in the Rioja area, surrounded by an impressive bank of cloud. This is why Rioja produces such brilliant wine, a flat plain with surrounding mountains, the warmth of sunshine and just enough moisture to produce grapes. We then went through the rocky mountain range, beautifully craggy and stunning but much cooler than we have been used to.
Another tea break! In the shade.
Mountain views
Zaragoza plains
Crossing the Meridian line
The rich Rioja landscape
We stopped at some services about 40 miles short of Bilbao and decided to try a bit of wild camping for the night, in the car park! Surrounded by lorries, we woke to 16c and fog!! First time we have ever done that, probably won’t do it again, far too noisy. We soon headed off to Bilbao Port where the temperature crept back up to 24c once we had got over the mountains.
Night time stop.
Woken to fog!
We were one of the last onto the ferry, and spent a lovely calm 24 hours heading back to England and no doubt, much cooler temperatures!
Waiting to board the final leg at Bilbao
One of the last to board.
And finally, to cap it off…….
So in the past week we have gone up and up and up to sweltering record temperatures then down to more sensible ones; up and down in altitude as well as fuel and beer prices! We had cabin numbered 8123 from Rome to Barcelona and 8321 from Bilbao to Portsmouth! We have travelled about 2000 kms on three ferries and driven only a third of the journey! We have been stopped by Customs to inspect the interior of the trailer and also waved on without any inspection at other borders. Overall a very interesting journey back to the UK.
This will be our last post until the end of August when we head back to Spain!
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