Well we all make mistakes at some time or other, and it is easy to that when you are choosing holidays; all the family sat round and all wanting to go to different resorts, even different countries, and that is precisely what happened to us in the summer of 2010 when we went camping to Quiberon. To say that camping holidays should not be like this is an understatement. So, if you want a really noisy camping holiday then please read on.
We had decided to take a camping holiday – actually it was in a mobile home but that counts as camping anyway – but the argument between wife, daughter and self was precisely where to go. We had decided on France, and that is always our first choice for this type of holidays, but where in France?
As it so happens we all voted to go west but to 3 entirely different places, and after all, western France is one Helluva large place. Luxury camping holidays were top of my list, somewhere in the Vendee which I love, and our 33 year old daughter voted for the Languedoc region which whilst it is a glorious area it was a tad further than I wanted to drive that year as I had had a recent foot operation.
Strangely it was my wife who made the final decision based on just how far she thought I would be able to drive with a bad foot as neither she nor our daughter will drive on the (“wrong side of the road”), so she chose Quiberon and it was to be a rather poor choice I can tell you!
Quiberon town lies at the foot of a peninsular which juts out to sea from the south western coast of Brittany, and you access it from the road near to Carnac. Quiberon is about 15 KMs long but the amount of traffic on the main road sometimes makes you think it is twice that far. Believe me when I say that the best bit of Quiberon is the D768 off the peninsular!
Quiberon town lies at the far end of the peninsular as do most of the camping/mobile home sites. We had booked through Matthews Holidays to stay at Camping du Conguel, which apart from the lack of supervision by their so called “security” which allowed loads of drunken French teenagers to make the evenings absolute Hell was a pretty nice place.
Sadly, the management was not inclined to do anything about this problem and we idly wondered what their reaction would have been had the miscreants been English, or British.
Worse still were 2 other factors, the first of them being that the mobile home we had booked from Matthews Holidays was probably as old as our daughter was at the time – 33 as I mentioned above, but she was and still is in peak condition whilst the mobile home we were stuck with for 2 weeks was a complete wreck – old and knackered as my wife termed it, so I won’t tell you my exact thoughts about it lest they upset your sensibilities.
The second thing was, and still is, a problem for people staying in Quiberon, and that is the small but energetically active private airport around which most of the campsites are clustered. It is noisy from around 9 am to 9 pm and doesn’t stop for weekends either. Every few minutes a noisy little plane takes off as another one lands, and to me the noise was highly intrusive.
They take out parachutists and dump them somewhere far away for them to glide back to the aerodrome and have another go. The noise is incessant and if you still decide to go there after reading this then be on the lookout for cheap camping holidays there because it is not, repeat not worth paying the full price!