Well, it had to happen sooner or later and better for being later. After Easter, the tourist buses have finally appeared. All the back country roads aren't a deterrent and even in little Roussillon that we have tries to visit on two previous occasions had one at 10.30 am.

But that's still not what I'm talking about. We have also noticed an increase in rental cars, so the self drive tourists like us are also increasing in numbers and the mix of overly cautious (no such thing) and the downright intimidating drivers isn't a good thing. It's hard to tell if its only the locals who believe that the center of the road is theirs and everyone else can make do with the miniscule verge.

Finally I get to what I'm talking about. As we were driving back from Roussillon, an oncoming car maintained his line in the middle of the road. I headed for the edge of the road and we passed with an almighty "bang". For the first time in three weeks, I was driving with my window down. Thankfully my wing mirror was simply thrown closed and the mirror just popped out still attached to its electricals. I stopped, refitted the mirror, continued to swear, and drove off. Ches said she could see the driver of the other car out of his car and walking back down the road. I didn't bother to stop again. He caused the "prang" he can deal with it.

After such an idyllic couple of hours walking around the track past the ocher hills of Roussillon, it made me anxious when passing every other car on the way home. We therefore decided to abandon a drive down the infamous Lourmarin road to see the Roman sunburst bridge. We have passed it twelve times in the last fortnight and this time we were going to photograph it. I'll pinch someone else's photo.

We spent the afternoon packing for an early start tomorrow morning. We plan on being fully packed by 6.00 pm so that we can go out for dinner tonight.