The next day dawns fair and we attempt to zoom to
Deauville. Unfortunately Noush has an epic fail on directions and we end up on
the coast road, despite all attempts to avoid it. Eventually we limp into
Deauville and begin the process of finding somewhere to park. This is not made
easy for two very good reasons: firstly tempers are somewhat frayed, secondly
the aire in Deauville is rubbish. Neither of us are hopeful, but our one
salvation lies in some wild camping that we might have espied and the assurance
of the tourist office over the phone that campers are allowed to park anywhere.
Thankfully almost immediately upon our arrival we find a string of campers
parked up in the port. We slide in with no trouble and evaluate our situation.
We are parked about ten minutes from either Deuaville town or Trouville, about
ten minutes from Noush’s father’s hotel, ten minutes from the beach and we’ve
got a big grassy park next to us for the dogs, there’s a sliver of shade and
it’s all free. We have landed on our feet, especially considering we are in
Deauville where prices are – in the main - wildly inflated.
Jon gets his head down after hideous journey and Noush
goes in search of refreshment and her father. We all convene at Father’s hotel and a grand
reunion takes place. This has been a long time coming and to say that has been
worth the journey and the wait is to grossly under-exaggerated.
We spend four days in Deauville, enjoying the weather,
the beach, the sites, the markets, Trouville, but most of all the company of
Noush’s father and his wife. It’s a perfect few days and completely priceless.
Dad and Lesley, thank you so very very much xxxxxxxxxx
View from the Van, sort of..
Still, not even for Noush’s father can we stay in a layby
forever, so our departure and the next phase of our journey beckons...
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