The family holiday is missing a person as Somebody has lost their passport. (it’s not me) Spent a frantic two days searching every inch of Dan’s bedroom but nothing found. I cried.
Carrefour receipt from Cite Europe at 19:10
Very sunny day – but not too hot – so we set off for a beach further up the coast as Phil wanted to go swimming.
There are sculptures of birds on the roundabouts.
The cycle paths are brilliant – and no hills!
Went past the marshes – full of birds
Cute little baby swans!
Lots of flatness!
We arrive at the seaside!
Phil manfully strips off and strides away for a swim – while I sit in the sun and read and knit and bake. Bliss.
Quend was a bit less upmarket than St Valery-just one street with bars and shops which led down to the seafront. Bit like a section of Margate.
But lovely beach,if you like sand.
Wonder who took this picture?
We went back a slightly different way to start with- but still flat cycle paths, this time through a wood,
and then along the coast at Le Crotoy.
The cycle path went out on a strip of land through the marshes – it was absolutely beautiful.
From there it was back along the cycle path as far as the turn off for our campsite – where we had to ride up a hill for the first time that day.
We slept quite late – and the day was grey.
Went to the Canvas Holidays tent to pick up some leaflets, and read the messages left by other holidaymakers – including one by a woman who had lost one of her false teeth in their caravan.
Decided to walk into St Valery to the market- cold to start with –but it warmed up on the way.
St Valery was busy and the sun had come out – we walked around the market and bought olives, pickled garlic, strawberries and melons, and I resisted the temptation of a beautiful red leather bag.(Which I now wish I had bought.
There were information boards all over town – so we learnt that the estuary was once a hotspot of worm fishers – as below
and then a tourist destination. I must get myself one of these swimming costumes!
There was a board walk going along the riverfront, and we sat down for a while and watched a pack of sheep on the other side of the river.
At the end of the boardwalk there was a restaurant with several families eating outside being sandblasted by the sand blown off the beach. We walked up the path to the medieval part of the town.
Fine set of klaxons!
Went into St Martins church, and saw the shrine of St Rita – it was as if they had sanctified the population of a Hull council estate.
Obviously –again –someone had expected me.
The little chapel dedicated to the war dead was different, in that it listed the civilians who had died as well, never seen that before.
Well, we all want a part of Big Alan, don’t we?
When we got back to the market place it had magically transformed itself into a car park .
We walked through town getting depressed at the price of eating out- and at the price of beer – 7 euro a pint of 1664! Back to the caravan and bottled leffe!
As we walked out of town we passed a bridge over a stream which in England would have been littered with shopping trolleys – Phil said ‘there won’t be any fish in there’ at which point a loch ness monster flicked it’s tail and swam into view.
Just caught it’s tail as it disappeared into the depths.
Very windy walk home – which was a bit like playing Russian roulette under the trees! Phil went off for a short bike ride after dinner.