The price to pay for a beautiful sunny day is a cold start to the morning. Although we'd been cosy tucked up in Marge all night, once we opened the door onto the outside world this morning a sharp blast of cool air greeted us. This is why we are not planning to leave the Ile de Re until the end of the week when time dictates. We know temperatures will start to tumble as we head further north. Particularly at night. Today would be a good day. Marge was going nowhere, and we were in no rush. which was a good job, as disaster struck for John at breakfast. His electric toaster stopped working. Anyone who knows John, will know he doesn't like to eat his morning eggs without toast, smeared with low fat laughing cow cheese spread and, 'love it, or hate it', marmite. So before we could really start our day investigations were made as to the failure of the device. Luckily, we know a man who'll give repairs a go, and the result was a working toaster (heating element burnt out, but the damaged part carefully re-joined) before we'd cleared up from breakfast. Panic over, we cycled back down the hill to the market at La Flotte, where on our first visit here back in September, we acquired a small potato box made from lightweight popular ply. It has been utilised as our fruit and veg box, and now we wanted to get our hands on another to store our plates, cups and cutlery in. Sadly we were told the fruit and veg stall we'd obtained our first box from was not returning to the market until the next season, by a man who was using said boxes to support his pans of delicious looking local dishes which you could purchase at a price per kilo. When it came to ready meals, these were the ultimate. A little reluctantly he gave us one of the boxes he had spare, and would probably curse us in a few weeks time when he realised he should have kept it. His loss, our gain. We are now the proud owners of a pair of La Rebelle pomme de terre boxes.
After yesterday's fiasco with the inner tube, we once again cycled over to St. Martin de Re. This time upon our arrival, the comical donkeys with the long shaggy coats were there to welcome us. Angela loves these donkeys. They just make her smile.
As at La Flotte, St. Martin de Re was busy. All the restaurants around the harbour and marina enjoying a very healthy lunch service. It's now low season here, and we just can't imagine what the area must be like in August. So manic, we'd probably hate it.
Our other reason for cycling back was to book onto the only remaining campsite open on the island, where we were told to pre-book for tomorrow there would be an extra fifteen euro booking fee, on top of the pitch fee. We were advised to just turn up tomorrow morning around eleven. Which we will. We need to shower, and yet again wash clothes. Once we leave the island we think the chances of doing anymore washing other than undies is slim, as we just don't think we'll be able to dry it.
This evening the Aire is chocker with twelve vans. The couple next to us, French, in a small pop-top, and like reading. Well there's a result! Coq au Vin on the menu for us, bought from an Aldi a few days ago, at goodness knows where, was delicious.
Life's good here in France at the moment, and we know we are going to miss it terribly when we return to England.
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