Honestly Marge, four pounds was spent on you at the car wash before we left so you looked presentable. A quick wash over at the service point on the aire saved her embarrassment. Then it was off to the nearby hypermarket to top up on supplies for the next week as supermarkets on the Atlantic coast are few and far between, and smaller stores expensive and unlikely to be open out of season. Supermarket shopping in France always takes us forever. There's just so much to see, fresh live crabs to freshly cooked crepes. Shopping packed away, and a packet of dried contraband prunes (bought in England) discovered in our under-floor cupboard (in your face Europe), we began our drive over to the coast.
The weather was an improving picture, the cloud cleared and the sun shone out of an azure blue sky.
The wild Atlantic waves crashed over the rocks and white vapour trails from aeroplanes too high to see split the sky. John keen to paddle in the sea sported an Englishman abroad look.
He had come in search of sun, sea, sex and alcohol-free sangria. Well two out of four isn't bad! It is a thousand days today since John gave up alcohol. what an achievement.
The sun was still warm at 6 pm, coaxing the lizards out on to the boardwalk. We were careful not to step on them as we made our way back to the aire, where Marge was the only van still bathed in the golden light of the sun as it slipped towards the horizon and an oil painting of a sunset. Our first this trip.
N.B. In the blog dated March 13th 2022 (Le Ferriere-aux-Etang ) we put the age of our grandson down as three and a half months. He is actually three and a half years old. That's auto correct for you!
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