Where Shall We Go?

We're here in France, okay? Where shall we go then? the loose plan was to go quickly across the top then down the left, the Basque bit in Spain, then the bottom bit of France, then who knows. So we motored across the top until we were tired and pulled into a random campsite somewhere. A very local French site with no space left apart from a small garden of an empty chalet, with a squeeze we got in. Chicken on the BBQ, beer, voila! Oh Shit - the tyres flat. A late call out to a breakdown company and 10pm a non-English speaking mechanic in a huge truck turns up, wheel changed, spare on.