The sun is bright and warm as we pack up, service the vans and leave at 11:10. Traffic is light as we drive through the outskirts of Vienna into the open countryside.

At one large roundabout we do a full circle to get a better view of a huge field of purple poppies. Gradually the flat, open farmland with fields of cereal crops or flowers becomes less attractive, spoiled by forests of wind turbines and pylons.

We reach the Hungary border and stop behind the derelict steel structure of the border post with its boarded-up windows, where we have lunch in a layby with views across yet another country's farmland.

It's strange, but so often there are obvious changes whenever we cross a border. It is similar topography but the fields are smaller, the crops different, the roads less well maintained.

We see lots of purple flowers that look like the multi headed statis used in cut flower arrangements. There are also fields lined with cars belonging to people picking their own strawberries. As we pass through small towns and villages, roadside bars and cafes are doing good trade despite the zero alcohol allowance for drivers.

Another difference, reflecting Hungary's rural and austere past, is a frequent road sign prohibiting horse-drawn vehicles on the main roads. What doesn't change is the wonderfully bright fields and verges of poppies in every direction.

We arrive at Gyor, confluence of three rivers, and decide to try to drive through the centre, but after a couple of goes we keep ending up on the ringroad. At one point we drive through a supermarket carpark, completely empty due to no Sunday shopping here. It is a hot 24C so we go the last 4 miles to our stop, arriving at Piheno Camping just before 16:00. As we wait by check-in we can hear a group of traditional singers in the bar.

We park among the trees, surrounded by meadow grass and birdsong, and we are the only two vans here even at the end of May. After some busy, hectic days it is bliss to get out the tables and chairs under the awning and completely chill out.

Grete cooks seafood and salmon in white wine sauce which we enjoy sitting outside, with a candle from the Vienna site's welcome pack keeping the mozzies at bay. As the birdsong subsides the sound of cicadas takes its place.