This was our second visit to this quiet camp site set in orange groves near Taroudant. This was an extract from my previous blog, dated November 2012.
“We cooked a barbecue the first evening and a little dog appeared when we started cooking the meat. It was a very friendly dog and we assumed it belonged to someone local and was hoping to cadge some supper; we were careful not to feed it. The next morning when we opened the blinds, there was the dog, happy to see us. It had spent the night under our van, occasionally barking at things in the night. Everyone assumed it was our dog. We spoke to the French owner and he told us his manager would look after it and it could remain with him on the farm.”
And so, seven years after our first visit, I went to the office to present our passports and was delighted to see our little canine friend. I was absolutely sure it was the same dog, the man in the office said it had just appeared seven or eight years ago and had attached itself to the owner. I would like to say it recognised us and greeted us with excited barks – but no, we were practically ignored. They called him Zippo.
On New Years morning we were invited by the camp site owner to “aperitifs”. Sparkling wine was served with beautifully presented canapés and we spent a convivial hour chatting to our fellow campers and the camp site staff.
A Happy New Year to you all.
