Pontorson, Manche

This morning, the bay looked different. Despite a light rain falling, the early morning light lit the beach. The green of the seaweed than ran across it looked vibrant. As we breakfasted, the amphibious mussel boats rolled across the sands.

Mussel harvesting appeared to be a seven day a week occupation. Our French neighbours, friendly, seemed 'a little posh', Early yesterday evening they placed outdoor chairs on an outdoor carpet and drank Aperol, a bittersweet Italian aperitif. Why not. It made Angela smile, they were dressed in smart evening wear drinking aperitifs in a, well let's not talk it up, a car park, with a view. Good on them. This morning in backless slippers and dressing gown the man walked down to the service point to empty the contents of his chemical toilet, whilst his dog wandered around outside, stopping to make a large deposit right opposite Margery. She doesn't appreciate that kind of behaviour, and neither do we. Sadly the dog owners here often let their dogs out to do just this. Which is why, in France, you'd best watch where you step. We needed a shower, and knowing Flower Camping campsites, (not sure about any others), will allow you to use their sanitaries for a few euros, John telephoned the nearest one to us. No problem. 2.5 euros each. That'll do. Arriving at the campsite the girl on reception charged John for just one of us. The same thing happened last time. 2 for the price of 1. Next stop on our trip, Cancale to eat oysters, which we've only done once before nearly twenty-five years ago, and we weren't so keen. So time to revisit Cancale, and give oysters another chance. 

And this time, we didn't mind them. The walk to the cove to eat them at the little beach cafe was a bit of a trek, but we didn't mind, the views were beautiful and we needed some coast path walking practice in readiness for our next holiday. 

Once again the rain has returned this evening. Last Sunday 40c, this Sunday 20c, which we don't mind, it still feels warm, and more comfortable. Tonight's stop, the Carrefour supermarket car park, Pontorson, near to Mont St. Michel. There are around fifteen vans here, three English.

It will do us for the night. Not sure it's somewhere you'd sit out and drink Aperol. Saying that, we think our French neighbours from last night probably would.