What a fantastic campsite Camping la Mer is. Friendly, very clean, shady and near to the beach.
We're not really beach people. We like to walk along them, but have no inclination to stretch out a towel and strip off. Unlike the locals. 'She's built for comfort not speed'. ' Speedos, more like slow mo". 'Let it all hang out love'. One older very thin lady, whom we called Magde, was as brown and crisp as a cooked chicken wing. Obviously not heard of skin cancer.
Across the sea Spain. The lower mountains of the Pyrenees visible in the heat haze. At the beginning of this trip we used to tell people we were heading to Barcelona. Obviously events have changed that. Perhaps next year.
The supermarket in town was running down it's stock, as the holiday season is well and truly over here. By lunchtime, the temperature 33c we returned to the campsite and spent the afternoon reading and relaxing. Angela tired took a nap, awoken by John's mobile phone ringing. It was Saga insurance checking on Angela progress. Would we be staying in France or did we want bringing home? All's good at the moment so I think we'll stay. The lady who phoned seemed to think Saga would pay for our time in 'le coconut'. Here's hoping.
This evening we watched the sun go down from the beach. The coast of Spain turning pink. We hope in years to come we will be able to remember all these special moments. Our time in the med is coming to an end. Forced to leave because the season ends here tomorrow and campsites will close. We are taking an early train to Narbonne, then changing to another for Toulouse where we will stay on a campsite alongside the canal Gironde. From here we will cycle along the canal to the Atlantic coast and Bordeaux. The area is familiar to us, we were here earlier in the year. We need to be back in Cherbourg in two weeks time, so there's no rush.
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