John thinks Angela uses the boxio toilet too much. She'd never heard the like of it! Needs must. This morning she allowed him to 'have a go'. Honestly, there's using it, and there's abusing it! The weather now settled after last nights deluge we were able to cook outside. We spoke with our English neighbour who'd arrived on the same ferry from Poole as ourselves, before wishing him a good holiday and setting off. We are heading south west towards the Atlantic coast, and no doubt at some point we'll meet the rain heading across the Atlantic due in the next day or so. Travelling along the long straight, undulating roads that cut through the French countryside we headed to the seaside town of Granville, where we'd be able to fill our water bottles with drinking water from a tap situated near the lifeguard post. We couldn't believe a few days ago it was still the French holiday season. The place was dead.
As we lunched at a picnic bench overlooking a sea of aquamarine a watery sun appeared. The weather was looking up. Our destination today a grassed area behind the sand dunes at Plage Dragney-Ronthon. The landowner allows overnight stays for a donation.
A short walk through the dunes takes you to a vast sandy beach, peppered with shells of many colours and size. Was it too early to start collecting some?
Close by, the imposing Mont Saint Michel. Always a beautiful sight. We just love France, never tiring of it. We appreciate how lucky we are to be able to travel as we do. For now, we will enjoy the scenery, weather and all the beauty around us.
There is a bar at the field we are staying in, unfortunately though, there's no drinks available.
