St. Vaast la Hoque

Almost two weeks ago we were packing up Marge in readiness for a mini break in the countryside near Lyme Regis. The two night stay at the Hobby Farm adult only campsite where we met up with our friends Trudy and Andrew from Cornwall seemed an age away. We are now in France and Trudy and Andrew off on a road trip to Scotland.

An early start to catch the ferry from Poole, Marge of course stopped at customs where the officer on eyeing our two pairs of crocs informed us he had seventeen pairs! Some members of our family would say one pair is too many. never mind, the distraction meant he didn't ask about our food provisions, now we are restricted on taking meat and dairy to France. No drug bust Marge. He didn't notice our bags of white substance. Angela as always smuggling in porridge. After days of warm settled weather, the rain fell, the forecast not looking so great for our first few days abroad. 

After an almost five hour ferry journey, slow and boring we disembarked at Cherbourg. it felt strange to not be cycling off the ferry, but we were pleased we weren't. The weather was miserable.

Now late in the afternoon, we'd decided to drive just a little down the coast to St Vaast la Hoque. A pretty coastal town with a large marina. We have stayed here many times before. The rain fell, but tired we settled down for an early night.