Boucholeurs
This morning, a slight sea mist hung in the air.
As we ate our breakfast, a group of French school children rode by, there colourful cycling helmets bobbling up and down.
Despite there being space on the small aire last night, three vans decided to park in the approach road under the trees. This morning, just after nine, the police were there moving them on. We have often seen the police drive round and check the aires, particularly when we were in Spain. One of the couples who had been told to move, parked opposite us. The wife was dispatched to refill their water container from the tap near the beach, when she returned she was half carrying and half dragging a large rusty anchor she’d found, as you do! The husband didn’t seem to be too pleased. Whether she ever replenished the water container we don’t know.
Before we left, we took a walk down to the beach, to fill our water bottle, and deposit a book into the small library cupboard. The boats in the harbour looked like ghost ships in the mist.
As we headed off, we noticed acres and acres of grapevines as we approached Bordeaux. Skirting around the city we notice some shanty towns, set up by people who looked liked they were probably immigrants.
We stopped at lunchtime to shop for wine and coffee (not wanting to run out of the essentials). We also bought a camembert, our first one of the trip.
Whilst we ate our lunch an old lady with a young man, who we presumed was her grandson came in driving a very small car. She pulled into the space, mounted the kerb and drove into the tree in front of her, what’s that they say about stop when you hear the bump! We watched them for a while, she appeared to be teaching the boy something, perhaps she was teaching him how ‘not’ to drive.
Whilst we ate our lunch an old lady with a young man, who we presumed was her grandson came in driving a very small car. She pulled into the space, mounted the kerb and drove into the tree in front of her, what’s that they say about stop when you hear the bump! We watched them for a while, she appeared to be teaching the boy something, perhaps she was teaching him how ‘not’ to drive.
We have now driven over 3000 miles on this trip. Tonight’s stop is south of La Rochelle on the Atlantic coast at Boucholeurs.
The town is famed for mussels and oysters.
It is a quiet coastal resort, compared to the hustle and bustle of La Rochelle.
We have seen a few cyclists passing through on their way south, and we ourselves have also cycled this way on route to Spain following the Velodysee, Eurovelo 1 for John's 60th birthday treat.
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