Marge has officially arrived on the Ile de Re. As always, she likes to make her presence known. But yesterday evening around nine she caused us great embarrassment. Both, yes both her vehicle alarms went off. The second is very loud, and we couldn't it stop either. It was Angela's fault. She'd locked up Marge before we left her, but hadn't shut her back door properly, so when she opened it we suddenly became the most unpopular people on the campsite. Honestly Marge, if being English wasn't enough. Didn't know you could make such a racket. Fortunately John managed to sort her out. This morning everyone seemed o.k. with us, which was good as we were staying another night. Today is the start of a run of warm weather. Just before lunchtime, with our washing done and mostly dry, thanks to Angela bagging the washing machine early much to the frustration of a woman who deposited her bag of clothes on top of the machine in disgust, we were on our way.
The walk along the coast to Saint Martin de Re is always pleasant, but today we suffered with the heat, not being used to it. Saint Martin was busy, busier than we'd ever seen it.
Whilst we took refreshments outside the bakery a group of German children on an exchange trip spoke with us. They loved Angela's accent. That'll be the twang of south London she's inherited from her mother.
We walked back to La Flotte bought a souvenir mug and took a last look around the town until we are this way again. So this evening, at eight-thirty it is 24c. Going to be a warm night. Tomorrow we will be moving on mindful there will be much traffic on the roads for the holiday weekend. Always a good idea to keep away from the coast here at these times. But at our age the urgency of missing opportunities is strong, so we must resist the urge to linger at familiar places and continue our travels.
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