Started off with a couple of men from my current campervan site here in France, gathered round a big wooden post sunk into the ground. And then my neighbour, a little old man, who turns out is 91, joined in.

It ended up there was quite a crowd, using all sorts of hammers and axes and crowbars to remove this wooden block so that a young lad and his girlfriend, who live permanently in a massive great motorhome because he teaches at the local surf school, could park his van there.

Still don’t really understand why. I think the owners know. But my neighbour, the wee old man who lives here permanently, is now sitting looking very pleased with himself, listening to opera in his “garden”.

You couldn’t make this up.