Short and very hot journey today. Gives us time to explore this huge expanse of beach. It’s less than 300 metres away from our site at Cap de Ferret. The wooden walk over the dune protects our feet. We aim to fill in the blancs.
We take a walk to the left as far as the eye can see. The sun worshippers thin out the further we go. Some adopt an Adam & Eve stance. Others do likewise, but they are Eve-less. They seem happy though.
Retired and not enough hours in the day. That’s me. So I switch into supermarket mode sometimes. Blog one, give one free.
Today is no exception then.
This MOHOing lark is not all about just having fun. There’s serious chores to do. It’s a lot like being at home. Only you’re somewhere else. Same elements combine to make this home on wheels, but it’s “Dinky” scale. Chores just take less time. (unless it’s a 100 metre walk to les poubelles) The weekly vac has not been missed (my bob-a-job back home). That could change for our next venture. Mary-Ann has plans to invest in a hand held version.
There’s even DIY. A couple of days ago we noticed a couple of black flappy things hanging down like Rasta ribbons from under the engine. With today being an unexpected grey day I slipped into Mike and the Mechanics mode. Slid under the engine until it was just Over My Shoulder and pretended to know what I was looking at for ten minutes or so. Half a roll of Gaffa tape later and I’d earned another bob.
We hope to have one more beach day. The weather changes. Temperature drops over 10C. We decide to move on tomorrow.