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Monday, 22 June 2026

Days 26-27 Enserune and Colombiers, with a Greco/Gallo/Romano history adventure, and a very hot bike ride!

We had heard about the Oppidum at Ensérune on our way south, from a travel blog we both read (Thisisvanlife) which had mentioned this possible site of interest and free park up near Béziers. Having pressed on to get to Sérignan - and by that time, a much needed shower, we’d promised ourselves to take a look on the way out. Maybe free camp too, if the vibe felt right, or look for a campsite – we’d decide on the day.


It didn’t take us long to get to Ensérune, and we were immediately struck with what a good park up it might make as we pulled in…



We were both of the same view that we would ask at the museum whether it was OK to stay over, especially as it was the weekend. We hadn’t really prepared much for the visit, but we had heard about the water collecting/storage silos that the Thisisvanlife blog had mentioned, and a large draining pond. And the silos next to the car park seemed impressive enough…





But we were completely in awe of the vastness and beauty of l’Étang de Montady that we could see as we climbed up the pathway to the museum from the carpark. We soon learned that this was a much later enterprise from the 13thC that we had somehow conflated with the Oppidum – but what a bonus! Built to create drained farmland during a population boom from what was a former wetland/swamp (the Ensérune peoples used to fish from it, apparently) it is comprised of 60 drainage ditches in the shape of a sunburst. Water is drained into the central pond area, where it is then carried by an aqueduct that empties in to the nearby lakes of Poilhes and Capestang, finally reaching the Aude. Additional irrigation water was made available from the nearby Canal du Midi in 1886, via the Malpas tunnel ‘canalet’. 


It’s quite incredible that such a huge agricultural endeavour from the 13thC is still in use and so visible!






Once we saw the information board about the Oppidum it rapidly became clear that the scale of the site was much bigger than we had anticipated, so we decided to get stuck in and give it some time. 



The entrance to the site is through a small information centre and then on into the fenced site itself. Mr B soon got chatting to the museum staff and was super excited when he was asked which French Département he was from! And when he explained that we were from the UK, he was beside himself when he was then asked whether we would like the information leaflet in English or French! But with the recognition that we would be at a serious disadvantage if he pretended he knew more French than he actually does, he did the right thing and we came away with a very helpful leaflet in English. 


Occupied since the 6thC BCE (the same time that Marseille was founded by the Phoenicians, we discovered) what can be seen now at the site are the remains of a large fortified Gaul village, located on a strategic route connecting Italy and Spain – the Domitian Way. It’s somewhere in the pic below, but we gave up looking and settled for the Canal du Midi instead…



The site is well set out and the pathway wends its way around the edge of the bluff, with interesting trees planted along the way. This reminded us of the ‘granado’ we had at our house in Spain – the climate certainly felt hot enough. The whole area is also a nature reserve and the air was thick with the most beautiful butterflies, none of which kept still long enough to have their photograph taken!



...and Mr B still enjoys the tedious preparation on a pomegranate (granada) as it brings back happy memories!


There are many amazing views across the plains that Ensérune looks down upon, and it’s very easy to see why such a strategically strong position was chosen…



… with plenty of large houses in the interior too…



...and as a testament to its longevity, a necropolis as well…



We saved the visit to the museum until we had explored the ruins outside. It is based in a converted house that was built in 1904 as a private mansion, but once the importance of the site was recognised by the French state in 1922 it became a museum and research centre. As the temperatures rose, we were looking forward to its air conditioned interior!



There is a brilliant temporary display about the different people involved with the exploration of the site, set up in a clever replica of the times…



We were amazed to discover that the museum also houses one of Europe’s largest Celtic weapons displays…



as well as some impressive ceramics, which were traded right across the Mediterranean…




The route back to the exit took us along the northern escarpment, from where there were some incredible views to the Caroux Massif…



Stopping to check with the museum staff that it would be OK to sleep over in the car park if we wanted to (it was – thanks France!) we were faced with two unexpected problems: a bunch of locals were setting up for a picnic/party in the spot we would have chosen in the shade, and we weren’t sure whether we were ready to kick back and enjoy the view from our next option, a fabulous pull in on the road back to the nearby town…




...as although it was perfect in so many ways, it was a looooong time until it got dark! So we decided to mull it over whilst we had lunch. Tidying up after one of our most picturesque lunch stops ever, we both agreed that maybe we should head into the nearby town of Colombiers to explore the campsite (which happened to be an ACSI one!) the Aire, and if neither tickled our fancy, we could head back up into the hills closer to nightfall.


As we drove towards the campsite (Les Peupliers) we passed the Aire. It’s new, and maybe after the trees have grown it might be an attractive proposition, but for now, we decided that in the baking heat we’d pass by this time…



...and have a look at the site. And it didn’t take us long to decided we’d stay! It may have been old fashioned, with pitches dotted amongst the permanent cabins, but we loved it, and chose a pitch next to a lovely old Eriba caravan…




with a fabulous pool…



...and Mr B was excited to try out his home made magnetic fixings for a drying rack when we don’t need the rotary dryer out…



With the Canal du Midi running through Colombiers, we decided to stay an extra night and have a ride out the next day, if the weather held…


Which it did, and after admiring the interesting accommodation for cyclists (only €30 a night)… sleeps two … 



...we set off, with the canal a short five minute ride away at the start of the town…




...with Mrs B setting the pace in the rising heat…



...and it wasn’t long before we could see Enserune rising up in the distance…





The going started to get a little difficult as we started the climb to the Malpas tunnel – which took us completely by surprise as we’d expected to ride through it! There had been lots of signs to the tunnel, which also surprised us given that whilst interesting to do, walking or riding through a tunnel didn’t seem that exciting, surely? It turned out that the excitement is because there is the canal tunnel, the ‘canalet’ feeding the Montardy lake, and a train tunnel all in the same area, on top of one another. But, disappointingly, the only access is via some steep steps on the other side of the canal – so we understandably saved that for another day!




Before long, but long enough in the rising heat, we reached our destination of Poilhes, a small village to the west of Colombiers. Properly picturesque, we took in the views and enjoyed a rest under a shady tree (along with our emergency snack of cheesy ossau iraty biscuits) before heading back…





...enjoying the view back towards the Oppidum…



...before we arrived back in Colombiers, where we had a brief cycle around the canal port area, before heading back to the site and that very welcoming pool!


Over dinner that night we didn’t take long to decide that although we had only been away from the coast for four nights, we might just be hankering for some more seaside fun! 


But where next – and what of our plans to head into Spain…?


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Tuesday, 16 June 2026

Béziers Days 24-25 Exploring the city – and unexpected Cowgirls...

This was our first visit into Béziers itself, despite having been in the area many times before. It rises up above the river Orb and the Canal du Midi, on one of the many bluffs that dot the landscape around here. It has a rich history from before Celto/Romano times and was once a Greek colony. It's also one of France’s oldest cities. All of which added to the excitement of heading to an Aire between the canal and river so we could walk to the city to explore. Aside from not being able to find a nearby campsite, we figured that after 18 nights on a site in Sérignan, we were ready for something a bit less fancy!



The Aire turned out to be just right (apart from the high security lighting on all night, that bathed the entire area – Mr B is not a fan of bright lights after dark!). The pitches were marked out and generous in size, with enough space for an awning/table/chairs to be put out. It seems that in paying Aires that are fenced/barriered/offer electricity on top of water/waste, this seems to be tolerated – most of the campers already there clearly thought so. At €12.72 a night we decided to opt for just one night until we had explored a bit and experienced a night...


As we arrived mid afternoon, we set off on an exploratory walk to the Office de Tourisme for information and to get the lay of the land. Loaded up with info leaflets and a clear desire to stay and explore, we returned to the Aire to find it almost full!



And after a restless night trying to balance the need for air (mid 20s outside and in) with the need for blackout blinds, we moved Evie so she was marginally less in the spotlights, paid for another night, and set off on the nearby canal towpath to start our exploring.



This part of the Canal du Midi is new to us, and just as picturesque as we remembered it...



...with the towpath ablaze with Oleanders in full bloom…



...quirky canal side buildings (Villa St Felix, recently restored and once a squat, apparently) …



...until we reached the grand staircase at the station, taking us up and over the multiple tracks…





...with a very heavy police presence for what looked like a promotional event for SNCF…






After leaving the station it was a short walk to the ‘Plateau des Poètes’ park. Created upon the arrival of the train lines to the city in 1867, it was designed to link with the fabulous tree-lined boulevard dedicated to Pierre-Paul Riquet, the main engineer for the Canal du Midi.


The park is an oasis of cool on a hot day, and we enjoyed the ‘English Garden’ as we climbed steadily towards the city centre…



...admiring a statue of Pierre-Paul en route…



...until we reached the magnificent theatre at the top of the boulevard…





We like to wander when we visit a new city, and before long we were in the back streets, admiring the quirky brocante shops…



...until we arrive at the huge central market, Les Halles, where we had been advised we could find the best eateries…



...which there were – in spades! So many, that we ended up a little overwhelmed by the choice, having a fresh falafel bowl for Mr B and a cheesy fougasse for Mrs B, before heading off to see the famous Cathedral, which can be seen for miles around as it sits at the highest part of the city…





...complete with stunning views across the plains to the mountains inland…



… and the bridges across the Orb, including the 12thC Pont Vieux…



We nipped into the 13thC Cathédral St Nazaire, loving the coolness of the cloisters…



...before admiring a statue of Raymond Trencavel, one of the good guys, and a character we had read about in the many novels detailing the massacres of the Cathars in the Albigensian crusades in the 13thC, during which the population of Béziers was also massacred…





We fancied a walk down to the Pont Vieux, where we would be able to look back at the Cathedral and city perched atop the bluff. It was well worth it, as it helped set the scale and majesty of the city from a different perspective – one that people of the Middle Ages and later would have appreciated as the entrance to the city.




Our plan after the bridge, was to walk along the bank of the Orb to see the Ancien Moulin de Bagnols, from where fresh river water was pumped into the city from 1827 onwards. With Mr B in charge of route planning, we should have guessed that things might be amiss as we teetered along narrow footpaths that were clearly not part of a tourist trail. Probably because the Mill itself is almost impossible to see close up from the bank, in its dilapidated and neglected state!


...so that only left the steep climb back into the centre historique, by which time we were ready for a gentle meander back through the boulevard and park, pausing briefly to consider whether we might come back up into the city for a 2300 illumination of these inflatables…(we didn’t)...





The park of the poets, as well as hosting a number of busts of French poets, also has a memorial to the WW2 resistance hero of the south, Jean Moulin, famous for uniting the various French resistance movements from 1943 onwards. Betrayed to the Gestapo, he was tortured and died later in 1943.



We are great admirers of the way France has, at least since the 1960s, made a conscious effort to recognise and remember those killed in the Vichy regime territory, something we have experienced before when travelling in the south. 


The park also has more quirky features…



… with plenty of shade to sit under as we girded our loins for the final stage of our return to Evie – a full day of walking and exploring in the high 20s – so we were ready for a rest and quiet dinner at the Aire…


Except, as we were recounting the highlights of the day and enjoying the ability to have the table and chairs out for dinner, we were interrupted by some very loud music from a camper just across from us. When we looked over we saw two women busy working up a storm of synchronised dancing to ‘Bloodline’ by Alex Warren and Jelly Roll – followed by other instantly forgettable tunes in the worst tradition of country influenced Europop…



And then we twigged. We had noticed a big sign at the entrance to the stadium the Aire was next to, ‘Cowboys and dancing!’ it had exclaimed. Coupled with the fact our immediate neighbours had not long before headed off in that direction dressed in full leather cowboy regalia, it transpired the women were busy practising their moves for a competition the next day!


Luckily they stopped as darkness fell, and the floodlights were activated! Plus, our guesswork with moving Evie to a different pitch made the ambient light levels slightly less than a full on solar flare, and we slept much better (either that or it was the 17,000 steps we had trodden exploring Béziers!).


Waking the next day and feeling much refreshed, we decided to head slightly west and explore some proper ancient history at the nearby Oppidum de Enserune, somewhere we had as a possible free camp on the way down south…


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