It was lovely yesterday being back by the sea, being lulled to sleep by the waves of the Mediterranean ocean as they sucked at the sand. This morning Angela took an early morning stroll along the seafront.
Thousands of By-the-wind-Sailor Velella velella stranded on the beach.
There's something very calming about a walk by the sea in the early morning. But we couldn't linger. We needed to find a post office nearby to buy stamps for our postcards. But linger we did, as we couldn't exit the aire. After many attempts to pay with the barrier still refusing to lift, a French woman came to our aid. Stamps purchased we began our drive south. Angela wanted us to pass through Perpignan on a weekend because she thought the traffic might be lighter. She was wrong. After some stressy moments we were spat out south of the city and soon found ourselves in open countryside with the imposing Pyrenees Orientales on our right, the highest peaks snowed covered.
Then a drive up over the foothills of the mountains and down a switchbacking road to the coast.
All a little hairy.
Glad to have arrived at the campsite our relaxing evening was soon shattered by a group of Spanish scouts. Noise level on maximum. Opposite the site is a supermarket which we decided to visit to buy a couple of items we didn't think we'd easily be able to purchase in Spain.
In the veg department we discovered giant peppers we could only dream of buying in England. Depending on how the night goes with the Spanish scouts we may stay here two nights. We'll see.
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