This would take us, in our fully-laden Bailey Adamo 75 4DL, around eleven hours of actual driving. Arriving, as we did, in France around 3:30 pm, we were never going to make the trip in one push, so we decided to keep driving, apart from occasional stops to refuel, until we felt ready to sleep.
Just after midnight, we finally pulled over into an Aire (a well-serviced and free-to-overnight rest area off the main motorways. European service stations are far more motorhome and caravan friendly than the UK).
We set off early to reach Chamonix by mid-morning, which delivered of the most imposing and impressive views the boys had ever seen.
Even at 1,000m above sea level, the weather in Chamonix was over thirty-five degrees Celsius. But the mountain air still felt clean and crisp. We bagged a space in Les Arolles campsite in the heart of the village, no easy feat and a bit of a lottery as most campsites in Chamonix refuse to take reservations or pre-bookings. You have to pitch and hope for a space.
On the recommendation of several campsite owners we spoke to, I would get there around mid-morning as this is when most campers vacate their spots, providing you with the best chance of grabbing one.