Last night the cicadas did what they do best. Make a noise! Although we like to hear them, hidden in nearby greenery, they are not so pleasing on the ear in the middle of the night. Today we'd decided to move further up the island and as space on aires is limited we set off early, stopping along the way at Decathlon to buy bicycle saddles. John, is very fussy about where he places his posterior when cycling, and for him only a Brooks saddle will suffice. the thought of spending twenty five euros on a inferior saddle pained him. So with Angela's saddle chosen, he enquired as to whether there were any old saddles out back. Yes, sir, we have one. Result. It didn't matter how comfortable it was, it was free! By lunchtime we were parked with two French couples. language no barrier we conversed about our front runner folding chairs that folded down so small they were easy to store inside Marge. Then we set off on our much awaited cycle to St. Martin en Re. Angela had loved it here when we visited before and was keen to return.
The town was very busy, but we secured a table at a waterside bakery and bought hot drinks and cakes as a reward for our pedalling. Late afternoon, back at Marge, our legs nor buttocks were complaining. We haven't cycled since mid October last year. An early evening walk along the vast sandy beach, picking up jus a few shells and shards of sea glass along the way ended the day. Tired and tucked up in Marge we fell asleep to the sound of rain and an onshore wind buffeting the side of the tent.