We drove from Calais to Le Crotoy, a small town on the Baie de Somme. It is one of our favourite places to stay. There is a large, sandy camper park five minutes walk from the town centre. We arrived mid afternoon to find the site pretty full with about sixty campervans but there happened to be one space in a prime spot overlooking the bay. We were soon sitting in the sunshine enjoying the view and a cuppa. Later that evening we walked into town for oysters followed by a lovely fresh turbot.
We drove from Calais to Le Crotoy, a small town on the Baie de Somme. It is one of our favourite places to stay. There is a large, sandy camper park five minutes walk from the town centre. We arrived mid afternoon to find the site pretty full with about sixty campervans but there happened to be one space in a prime spot overlooking the bay. We were soon sitting in the sunshine enjoying the view and a cuppa. Later that evening we walked into town for oysters followed by a lovely fresh turbot.
The following morning we drove south, heading for La Rochelle and the Ile de Ré. It was a long drive so we kept to the motorways. The sun was shining and it was a pleasant drive. We stopped for fuel at a service station. There was a long queue at the pay desk so Tony had to wait. As he got to the front of the queue an elderly man pushed in front of him. Tony remonstrated with the man and the girl at the counter but they took no notice. The girl impassively took the man’s payment, then the man turned and smiled at Tony as he left. Tony, who doesn’t speak French, said “sacré bleu”.
There were lots of people at the service station as it was Good Friday and a public holiday. We watched a woman exercise in her large dog on the grass where children were playing. The dog did its business and the woman just walked off leaving the mess.
We arrived at La Couarde Sur Mer on the Ile De Ré where we planned to stay for a few days, getting out and about on our bikes enjoying some beautiful, sunny weather . . . and the local oysters.
The following morning we drove south, heading for La Rochelle and the Ile de Ré. It was a long drive so we kept to the motorways. The sun was shining and it was a pleasant drive. We stopped for fuel at a service station. There was a long queue at the pay desk so Tony had to wait. As he got to the front of the queue an elderly man pushed in front of him. Tony remonstrated with the man and the girl at the counter but they took no notice. The girl impassively took the man’s payment, then the man turned and smiled at Tony as he left. Tony, who doesn’t speak French, said “sacré bleu”.
There were lots of people at the service station as it was Good Friday and a public holiday. We watched a woman exercise in her large dog on the grass where children were playing. The dog did its business and the woman just walked off leaving the mess.
We arrived at La Couarde Sur Mer on the Ile De Ré where we planned to stay for a few days, getting out and about on our bikes enjoying some beautiful, sunny weather . . . and the local oysters.
