The Last of the South of France


Well, I have a little bit of catching up to do. The last few days I have been back in Vieux Bocau which is a pretty amazing beach resort – a long golden sand beach with crashing surf – complete with surf lifesavers with ‘swim between the flags’ and whistles -  and by god, if they say between the flags, they mean it.  Whistles are Blown.





The sand dunes are incredible,  and added to with sand dune planting to keep the encroachment at bay. There are pretty sophisticated footpaths with boardwalks up the dunes to keep everyone in the right place. There are surf schools and the continuous sound of ping pong balls as families play games on the beach.
The weather has been a bit gloomy for two days with grey skies but cycling has still been on the menu – and at each of the beaches, tucked into the dunes, there are rows of fences, corrals if you will, purpose built for tethering your velo. And there are rows of these bikes tethered.


Yesterday we decided to take les petits enfants (Josette’s granddaughters  - 7 months today and 2 ½ years) to visit the petit ponies. The look on Charlotte’s face was delightful.  There was no question about whether she would just look or take a ride, and we spent the next hour in the forest walking beside the pony. Suffice to say that there was a massive meltdown (in French) when Miss Charlotte had to descend from le petit pony..


And then in the evening, with the village of grandmothers at hand, Josette and I snuck out to go to Hoosger (I think) for dinner with another friend (Magali) from the canal. It was a beautiful evening with a huge moon, but definitely an autumnal chill in the air. The Police were out breathtesting on the way home, but we passed.



And that's the end of the south of France  - another adventure begins tomorrow!

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