Yesterday ended badly.…. I perfected a very creative and tricky manoeuvre of getting off the bed, by getting my foot caught in the top sheet and diving shoulder first to the floor, jamming myself between the wardrobe and the fridge. It resulted in another addition to my personal injuries list and a very sore left shoulder and arm…… idiot.
Rodney packed up Eileen with not a lot of help from me and at 10am we set off west past Villeneuve sur Lot and on to Aiguillon. We drove past endless fields of prune trees, some covered in nets, some open to the sky. There were prune sellers and even a couple of prune museums; I was almost tempted to visit them, but Rodney wanted to get to the coast.
From Damazan, through Houeilles, past Mont-de-Marsan, Tartas and Dax, all we saw were pine trees. Hours of driving with forests of plantation pines on both sides of the road were not at all what we had expected to see. We stopped for a picnic, to relieve the boredom and then strove on to the Atlantic.
Finally we pulled in to Camping La Civelle in Capbreton at about 5pm. To stretch our legs, we walked the 1.2km over to the sand dunes and stood there in the fierce wind gazing out at the stormy dark ocean. It was very bracing, but lovely to see the sea again.
We’ve closed our long day with a long game of scrabble which resulted in a 3 point win over Rodney.
Laura 2 Rodney 1