Information about Yurt camping in France

As you wander into the campsite shop on that first sunny morning of your camping holiday in a Yurt somewhere in deepest France there are a couple of things which you may notice almost simultaneously; the aroma of roasting French coffee beans wafting on the breeze and the wonderful smell of fresh French bread, there's nothing else on earth like it is there - which is probably why you are there in the first place, in the shop I mean.

Lucky you, having packed the wife or husband/partner whatever and kids into the car you have driven off into the sunset one day for a couple of weeks relaxation in the French sun. This is the first time you have been camping in a Yurt, though camping is a poor term for the luxury you find yourself in once unpacked and ensconced, and you are seriously impressed with the whole setup.

You have been told in no uncertain terms that the construction of yurts is really, really Eco friendly, and even the log burner you have been provided with (is a log burner a necessity in deepest France?) is a Green machine because burning logs apparently causes no more environmental damage than leaving them to rot away. Aw, how nice...is that why arsonists set fire to forests??

Your Yurt has bed, actual beds, and though this was exactly what you were promised by the site owners you are still a tad surprised that you don't have to bunk down in a sleeping bag on the floor (like last time). Your Yurt has a proper wooden floor too and outside there is ample parking space for your car. It has a fridge as well and a cooker which works, and the cooking utensils are stacked neatly in a cupboard for you. You are going to inspect the shower block soon but I vcan vouch that it will be pristine clean and nearby to your Yurt as it has to be in French law.

Mid way through the holiday you make enquiries as to how much these Yurts cost, you are most likely having the usual holiday fantasy at this time, and are told by your rep/site owner that they are about £4K + bits and pieces. For the rest of the holiday you dream about relocating to France and setting up your very own Yurt camping site, and this overwhelmingly glorious feeling lasts until well after you have boarded the ferry back to England when one of your offspring is violently seasick all over your shorts. End of holiday feel good factor: another year, another fantasy.