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Houx Annexe Nord. Dry stone walls, whippet racing, meat and potato pies,chips with gravy and folk walking around in flat caps and mufflers shouting "aye oop thar nawze" to everyone. It will be grim, and it will probebly rain.
Houx Annexe Sud. A land of milk and honey. Genteel folk drinking English breakfast tea, scones and jam on the terrace before enjoying an evening meal consisting of an international menu washed down with a selection of fine wines. An altogether more civilised camp site.