The day
indeed dawns promisingly and off we zoom! We’ve also got our tunnel tickets
booked so we’ve decided to scout out a vet in Boulogne to sort out the bowzers.
We arrive safe and sound and the aire is all the photos promised and more. It’s
perched on the cliffs and the town is ten minutes away downhill with the sea to
the right stretching far away.
The view
from the van window is amazing:
We have
once again managed to nab ourselves one of the top spots, full sunshine all
day, next to the cliff path but behind a fence so no gawpers and a strategic
lamppost that stops people getting too close. This is actually proved by one poor
soul reversing into it and nearly squishing his bike rack. Fortunately no harm
down apart from red face and cross wife. The sun us blazing, everyone is happy.
We take a stroll over the cliffs and discover an old German(?) position hewn
into the cliffs, it’s like a cliff fort, it’s got jetties, landing points, wide
steps driven from the cliff, a maze of rooms and an infrastructure still
apparent today. How very depressing that the endeavour was undertaken
presumably with the assumption that the war would be long enough to warrant the
effort. Unfortunately no photos, ah
well, shall just have to return J
We take a
wander into town to go and explore the old town, unfortunately we must have
zigged when we should have zagged so although we get a good look from a
distance sadly it is not meant to be. The sun us still delightfully hot, but
not ideal when you’re lost and the dgs are melting. We stop for a beer in the
shadow of a beautiful church and feel better about life. A stranger gives Moo a
biscuit, everybody happy again. We didn’t take in the Nausicaa for the simple
reason that like Le Touquet, the place is packed. It’s market madness, throngs
of people everywhere, hot and bothered, we retreat to the beach. The beach is
jaw dropping, miles and miles of golden sands, totally empty, but blink and
you’ll miss it. The tide comes in so fast!! And you wouldn’t credit how
enormous the beach could be when you see it fully in, how can it ebb and flow
so far and fast? It must have caught out many ignorant sailors in its time.
After the
beach we head back to the van , even the dogs are snoozing gently. That is
until a fierce yapping from across the way disturbs everyone. The camper van
opposite-ish us has dogs and evidently its time for walkies. This van proceeds
to go into labour and a very short time later, like Gaia, has produced 8 dogs.
8. We think. Maybe 7. But still. REALLY? ARE YOU MAD??????
Is it 7 or
8?
At no point
is Norm ever allowed to know that they exist.
Anyway,
after a few beautiful days here it is time to be gone, we have a little bit of
exploring left to do and only a few days to do it in. We finally manage to find
the old town when we make it to the Vet. We park right next to it!! Yay, we are
cultured.
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