With regret we leave Chez Gendron, it’s been a much
needed recuperative stop after hammering the roads, but there is more hammering
yet to be done. We’ve been in this neck of the woods before so we decide to
just zoom on Northwards and try and find some coastal action again. We arrive
in Jard sur mer, which at 6€ a night we think is a bit steep, but we settle in
(and pay) nonetheless.
The aire is right beside the beach, but as has been a
bit of a theme recently the ‘welcoming committee’ are out in force and there is
much staring and looks of disapproval for no apparent reason. Signs say that
you can’t get your table and chairs out and you’re not allowed on the beach,
we - being exemplary citizens – of
course obey them to the letter.
The Beach is much like the Jurassic coast, very
unique in the rock formations and the weird flat, shelving stone that is
revealed when the tide goes out. We wander down the road to the harbour area
and have a really good mess about on the beach with the dogs (they’re allowed
on that bit) we get a bit of an audience to their antics and decide to retreat
to the anonymity of a bar. Quick glass of wine overlooking the boats and
watching the world go by and then we wind our way to the van, not via the
beach, and we certainly don’t’ sit down in our chairs when we get back. The
dogs love it ;)
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