But once your've pitched your tent and erected your gazebo, fired-up the barbie and settled back into your collapsable chair you know you have really arrived. The campsites might be rowdy, and the daredevil driving displays up at Houx Annex might equally delight and horrify you, but there's no shortage of atmosphere.
If you do go to Le Mans, my advice is as follows: plan your route and know where the PROPER petrol stations are, some are unmaned and only take French credit cards; don't let your sat-nav take you through Rouen in rush-hour; forget the concept of personal hygiene, but do remember to take wet-wipes (you'll know why when it happens.)
Oh right, and there's some kind of race as well.
