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Overnighting on an Olive Farm
And on to Carcassonne
Boxing Day was the first uneventful day we’ve had. Pure bliss. We drove along the motorway until we reached Nîmes, and took an exit to the France Passion farm-stay I had selected. Emil’s olive farm was very close to town and reached through a little village, whose narrow streets Ross negotiated with ease; there was no oncoming traffic, nor cars parked on the side of the road. When we reached the Chemin de Mange Cat (Mangy cat? Hungry cat?), we turned right and drove downhill to the olive farm. After ringing the buzzer, the gate was opened for us and Emil came down from his house to greet us. We are the third Australians he has met!
He showed us where to park and then we went to have a look at his olive press, and bought a litre bottle of his olive oil for 13 euro. He even let us plug into power in his shed for the night. In his shed was his motorhome, a beauty that surpassed ours in every way.
Ross lay down for a snooze while I sat up front and read my book. It was so peaceful and quiet surrounded by olive trees, and daylight hung on until almost half past five!
We had cheese and olives for dinner, of course, and tiramisu for dessert before playing a game of cards. After a Bailey’s nightcap, we climbed into bed, literally. Our…
