After
making the most of the free water opportunity, we headed to our fifth free
overnight stop at Criel sur mer. You
might have noticed a distinct pattern in all of our stopovers so far. We’ve decided to follow the coast more often
than not, or at least until we get further south to warmer climes.
The sun
came out today at last and we were blessed with a beautiful sea view without
even having to leave Dora!
As is
becoming normal form, the first thing we do on arrival at a stopover is take
Powell for a wander to stop him being a grouch after the journey. He was treated to yet another beach walk
today, but this time we kept him on the lead with the beach being so close to
the road and him having no road sense.
Next up was
the important task of finding a supermarket in order to purchase some beer and
wine. After a 20 or so minute walk, we
found a petit magasin (little shop to all of you non French people!). Pete picked up some beer and a suitably large
box of wine for me, in addition to some locally produced cidre. As the weather had picked up and the walk
back was rather warm, we were quite excited about trying a nice cool bottle of
local produce. Unfortunately though, it
wasn’t quite what we expected. I’m not a
blue cheese fan at all and this was like the blue cheese of the cider world; it
literally tasted of mouldy apples. We
obviously have a thing or two to learn about French cider...lesson one being
don’t buy it. Maybe we’re just not
refined enough to appreciate the subtle flavours...anyway, I’ll stick to my
wine for now; you can’t really go wrong with French wine.
We’ve seen
a few Brit motorhomes in transit in the last few days, but we’ve only seen one
parked up. I guess it’s the time of year
where most are either en route back to UK or have already made the long dash to
the sun in Portugal. We’re happy enough
pootling along. We’ve started to wonder
how we ever managed to get up for work in the mornings as we’re rarely out of
bed before 9am these days. Oh how we
miss going to work every day...oh no, that’s right, we don’t.
Our spot for the night |
The view from the 'dining room' |
An almost perfectly round rock Pete found on the beach |
Cheesy cidre - je n'aime pas |
that sure was a big stone that pete found on the beach
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