Everyone on the campsite is subdued. It is just so hot, and the constant breeze that normally finds its way through the trees has gone. The air is still. Oppressive. As we all wearily went about our chores this morning everyone says the same thing, 'isn't it hot'. Come on guys you're on your holidays, isn't this the weather you hoped for when you booked? This morning we ambled down to the town, took a quick look around the market and returned to Margery.
There was no way we were venturing further afield. What we did do though was drink copious amounts of water. Of the six 1.5 litre bottles bought yesterday we have only two left. We didn't mind sitting around for the afternoon. There is always something or rather someone to amuse us on the campsite. Today some English who were catching the bus from outside the campsite to St. Martin de Re, told us they were riding up to reception on their electric bikes, which they would leave locked until their return. The walk to reception is three minutes. Angela should know, she does it at least four times a day as the showers and bins are in that area. Just when you think you've seen and heard it all. We were gob smacked! Just before ten this evening, our stomachs and bladders full of water we walked down to the harbour.
The bright warm sunshine of the past few days made for a fantastic colourful display as flowers of many colours and varieties burst forth. The harbour area was busy, and we couldn't resist a late evening ice cream.
The yellow lighting from the restaurants made the area even prettier. It was the place to be at that moment.
How lucky were we. Beautiful views and delicious ice cream. Perfect.
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