Well, after all that excitement, I spent several days just relaxing while Brian did all the work. The weather had turned a bit greyer, and the batteries weren’t charged enough to keep the electrics working, and therefore very few pictures of me were taken. More sea and more beaches, and quite a lot of rain made it most comfortable for me to stay snuggled up in my bag. Brian insists on taking me to the beach for photos; there must be better places but he seems to really like them.
Beach
La Tranche-sur-Mer another beach
At La Rochelle the weather changed for the better and I helped to pack up the tent
Helping to pack up the tent at La Rochelle
so that we could get on the road early- well early-ish, and when we clocked up 1500 miles we stopped at a flea market to celebrate (I didn’t see any fleas for sale though, perhaps they come free when you buy a dog? Or perhaps they ran off to the circus).
Flea market – celebrating 1500 miles
Once we got to Fouras-les-Bains I settled down to explore the environs of the tent – away from the beach – while Brian went off to have dinner at a restaurant that he really liked. He had moules et frites (mussels and chips, which makes me lose my appetite somewhat, as they are distant cousins of mine. They live in the sea though, so my sympathy is minimal).
Has anyone got a blindfold? at least it’s nearly dark now.
Never be complacent that your travelling companion understands your likes and dislikes (or even fears): the next day I was subjected to a boat trip around a strange edifice in the middle of the ocean, where I was strapped to the gunwale of the boat to “keep me safe”, followed by a meal of sardines cooked on a wire on a sandy beach and the sight of Brian going swimming “au naturel”. I could hardly wait for sunset!
Boat trip – this is supposed to be safe?!