Following on from yesterday’s
review of Road to Rouen by Ben Hatch, here is a little tale from our last drive
to Rouen.
When we take Mini the dog back to
the UK we have regular favourite stopping places where we know she can safely
have a run and a wee. Some of these even have a public toilet (of sorts) that
we can use too. Our mid afternoon stop usually coincides with a lovely forestry
area just outside of Rouen. Dotted on either side of the road are small parking
areas and tracks leading off into the trees. We have been stopping in the same
car park in spring, summer and winter for many years and are often the only car
there. Whatever the weather we are all glad of a good leg stretch.
Mini in her travel bed |
It was quite a surprise on our
last visit in July to see three or four cars and a van already stopped in our spot. We
parked up and went for our walk with the dog thinking it a bit odd that most of
the other drivers were sat in their cars. It wasn’t long before the whole
situation became a little clearer. The transit van had an open roof vent and a
curtain pulled across, separating the front from the back. One of the parked
cars was empty; the others had no passengers, just middle-aged male drivers
trying their best to look inconspicuous while they awaited their turn with
Mademoiselle Camionette, or the ‘lady’ of the transit van. A little immature I
know, but I couldn’t help humming along to:
“if you go down to
the woods today,
you’re sure of a
big surprise…..”
We weren’t there long, but long
enough to watch the comings and goings of a couple of clients indulging in a
bit of afternoon fun. What we then noticed was every lay-by and car park had
it’s own transit van with open roof vent ready and waiting for business,
although none were as busy as the one we’d parked next to. The poor girl was
barely getting a minute to herself between visitors – just the thought of the
odours and hygiene issues alone made me squirm.
We think we have found an
alternative stop nearby, a pretty little town with an Abbey and a safe looking
car park by the river and no sign of transit vans.
There's a Mademoiselle like this on the road between Angoulême and Cognac... and she does a roaring trade. Obviously, they are very popular!
ReplyDeleteI wonder how long before all lay-bys are full of busy vans?
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