After our
arrival yesterday we took the dogs for an evening spin on the beach. It’s
amazing, it’s like having your own private beach. The dogs get to tear around
and exhaust themselves and we are confronted with the glittering blue med
before us. It’s beautiful.
We are
grateful that our neighbours witnessed the fact that Norm is in fact alive and
breathing as he does his best impression of a stuffed dead dog after all his
beach exertions: or perhaps as a result of an overly exuberant booting for
(more) excessive barking and general delinquent behaviour (that’s my job Norm,
leave it out) you decide.
The weather
here is somewhat erratic, there are warnings of winds up to 100kmh and sure
enough we are feeling them! The campsite is blustery and Valerie is actually
being rocked by the gusts. (Honest) Oddly though the sky remains clear and if
you can find a sheltered spot on the beach it’s baking.
Everybody gets a bit
sunburnt and Moo has managed to go lame on both front legs. Thank goodness we’re
not moving anytime soon! Sadly Norm is unaffected by any of the conditions the
rest of us face and continues to be a pest. Although you can’t help but love
him. (Git)
We attempt
a bit of fishing, but we are out on the point and the wind is too fearsome, we
do catch a wee fish, but we were hoping for something a little larger – or even
lunch. There’s one guy here with 7 rods out so there must be some serious stuff
to be had. Perhaps try again when the wind drops a bit.
We do a bit
of exploring of Marseillan plage itself. We are coming back here at the beginning
of June to meet some friends and family and we are trying to scout out all the
best bits.
Herewith
our discoveries so far… Lard… we’ll see you at the bar! Plus an idea of your
digs….
Marseillan
plage itself is yet to hit full swing, being off season still, but there are
all the things you would expect of a resort like this. There is the main drag
with fish restaurants, cocktail bars, terraces and all your standard seaside
shops. Beware the prices of the clothes though, Noush is tempted by a little
white bikini only to discover it costs €60! Bearing in mind it is little bigger
than a folded up napkin it seems rather pricey. Why not just go to the nudist
beach down the way. Well, apparently, someone told me, you understand. (Now, where
are my binoculars?) [Hanging off your bicycle handlebars you perv].
The supermarket ain’t cheap either, but then that’s to be
expected. Best to travel to LIDL and stock up before you get here. On the
upside there are fishmongers who are reasonably priced and the restaurants do
some good deals.
There’s a train
service that goes from here to Beziers, Sete and Montpelier but as yet we’ve
been too idle to go and explore. Perhaps we shall scout something out for
Mayday celebrations.. watch this space.
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