Touring France in a motorhome Day Forty-two and Forty-three

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 October 8^th – Day forty-two

After much breakfast time discussion, we reach the conclusion that we will go stir crazy if we remain onsite another day. We must break out of our self-imposed isolation and make a break for the beach. We need to get through the main street of shops, out past the busy market and then walk down a peninsula, which we have only discovered this morning, has one of France’s biggest thermal spa complexes on it. Throw in boules courts, boardwalk restaurants and cafes and thousands of fit eighty-year-olds, it should be a breeze! James Bond never seemed to have these problems on his secretive incursions!

We manage to achieve most of our aims without contact with the general population. We complete a circuit of the promontory walk around the lagoon shores; we negotiate the crowded boardwalks without infecting people and we manage to get an ice cream as well; again with minimal contact with anyone. We are super spy secret agents in the making!

Back at our isolation base, we move Bryony over to the waste disposal site to empty her waste tank and fill up the freshwater tank too. Two drive in bays for waste water. Both blocked! One by a French driver trying to get his scooter onto its trailer. WHAT? I mean SERIOUSLY? The other, a Swiss gentleman – a man with a water hose way too short. Forty minutes I have to wait. When scooter man pulls off, before I switch on the ignition, Swiss ‘short hose’ man parks parallel across both bays, holds up ten fingers at me and then spends another twenty minutes filling his tank but blocking access to both slots. Such rudeness from them both. Such a great display of British stiff upper lip, politeness and patience.

We clean Bryony. She needs it. She’s been neglected for weeks. We have showers in our bathroom to maintain non-contact protocols. The rest of the day disappears in fitful snoozing. Early evening, a sudden flurry of intense physical activity - we pull in the awning and take up the ground mat. Rain is in the air!

 

October 9^th Day forty-three

It rained overnight and the morning is overcast and gloomy. We shop at the Spar; we head down to the lagoon boardwalk to grab an ‘isolationist’ cup of coffee. We have discovered a café with big tables, big sun awnings and lots of space between tables. With a seafront location and gentle breeze, if we sit on the downwind end, our germs blow across the open beach and lagoon. Harmless to anyone!

Later, we stroll out along the Etang promenade, dodging all the fit, smiling eighty-year-olds!

Back at site, we call our daughter and I spend an hour advancing nowhere on affinity photo processing of Andromeda images. The data is good, the processing is rubbish; trying to use YouTube videos about how to do it in Photoshop - spectacularly unhelpful!

That’s it. Seriously. That was our entire day! And we are both still testing positive – although the lines are finally getting weaker.