We leave Piriac and get a zoom on, whilst we have made up
some time we are still very far from our ultimate destination and we need to
get some miles under our belt. We have a master plan, but as ever the fates
intervene and our master plan goes out of the window. The aire at Locmariquer
is packed (awnings down selfish people, down!!), Quiberon is not viable, the
weather has closed in and it’s blowing a gale – not a time to be stuck on a
tiny sliver of a peninsula – on and on we drive. We come up with a few back up
plans, but it’s basically drive until you’re happy to stop. We pass place after
place, god bless autoroute and our last (again!) option turns out to be the
best. We arrive at Guidels plage at an aire behind the sailing school and there
is not only a space, but the aire is PERFECT!! Miles of blinding sand (tide’s
out), bar, shops, wifi and loos all just there. It’s ideal and it totally beats
all the places we had earmarked.
We zoom the dogs, Noush gets in the sea in her underwear,
breasts flying and no one to see or care, Valerie is nestled cosy and safe in
the dunes and we lack for nothing. Why isn’t anyone else here?
There is a small incident involving van rage which sums
up the attitude of some weird campers; there’s a late arrival and an aire mayor
turfs someone off their pitch to make way for a bigger van, the police turn up
and it looks like it could get ugly, why? If everyone just shunted down a bit
you could fit loads more, but no, people have to make a scene. Fortunately it
all ends happily – but as a note to other campers, get here early afternoon to
avoid the fuss.
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