A walk along the coast this morning to Saint Martin de Re. The weather an improving picture, the coolness of yesterday now gone, and by midday the clouds moved quickly away changing the light. We were back to a temperature in the seventies, and postcard blue skies.
As we leisurely walked along the cliff path we stopped often to look at the pretty wild flowers scattered through the yellowing grass.
Marbelled white butterflies appreciated the flora and fauna as well, flitting from flower to flower, disturbed only by the light sea breeze.
Saint Martin de Re was busy. As people queued for tables at the harbor side restaurants we found a quiet shady spot to eat our salads. Since our last visit here a month ago the town seemed more vibrant. Clothing shops that line the narrow streets which climb up from the harbor displayed a vast range of shorts, T-shirts and dresses. Assorted colored espadrilles stacked in orderly rows ready to tempt catch our eye.
The holiday season on the island was well and truly in full swing. We couldn't imagine how chaotic it must be here in August. Upon our return to La Flotte, a large ice cream was waiting with Angela's name on it. We have fallen in love with the Ile de Re. Of course we've looked in the estate agents windows. But the property we liked was 1.75 million euros. A little out of our budget. As we've said before, if we were younger, we may have considered a move to France. Fortunately we have Margery now, and she'll be able to take us any place we want her to.
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