The rain didn't let up for a minute last night and the wind is blowing a 5 or 6.

We are woken at 7:30 by a series of emergency vehicles racing along the road outside the campsite, about ten inside fifteen minutes. The TV is showing the standard cooking, beauty and history programmes so we dispel any thoughts of a major incident nearby.

The rain is heavy and forecast not good so we decide to remain holed up here for the day and plan our next few days ahead.

The evening news shows orange warnings all across south west France, with the worst of the weather on the coast to Bayonne, where we had planned to go, so we revise that and will now enter Spain via Toulouse and Perpignan.

But for now we have plenty of food and a good 16A electric supply so it would be foolhardy to do anything other than sit out the storms and watch Les Simpson. [Homer doesn't say 'D'OH! Because in French that would sound like shouting 'water' and there's enough of that already]