Yesterday evening as the setting sun filtered through the trees, a young couple sat down in the yard where the horses are tethered during the day. He played an acoustic guitar whilst she sang. Beautiful. What a peaceful end to the day. In contrast, we were rudely awoken at six this morning by a monster of a tractor ploughing the field opposite. Our destination today Sete on the Mediterranean coast. First a big shop to tied us over the weekend.
We tend to eat a small variety of meals whilst in the van, and tonight is paella night. And tonight being a Friday we headed to a paid camping car site just west of Sete. At just eleven euros a night it's the cheapest in the area. Situated just behind the sandunes, this afternoon we were able to walk out down the vast white sand beach looking for sea glass.
So engrossed were we, we didn't notice we'd walked into the nudist area. A woman stripped off walking into the churning waves, exclaiming to her fully dressed husband stood on the sand that the water was cold. Perhaps a swimming cosi would help. Up in the sand dunes Angels caught a flash of orange. 'Is that Trump, showing everyone his 'Kevin the carrot!'.
🥕 Sorry no no photos! 🥕
Nearby on the beach someone had marked an area with bamboo canes. On the sand three tiny terns eggs. Let's hope they survive.
Tomorrow will probably be out last day in France for a while, as we plan to cross into Spain. But as always are agenda is subject to change. As the writer Paul Theroux quotes.' Tourists know where they have been. Travellers don't know where they are going'.
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