Thursday 14th June

Thursday 14^th June

We really enjoyed the chops from the 90 yr old butcher. So much so that Barbara declared this morning that it was the best meal we’ve had on the island. I did suggest that she went back up the hill to get some more. Although she gestured to confirm that it was only 2 we wanted she made no effort to go.

We really like this site, it would be a nightmare in the high season probably full of kids and bikes etc but there is something to be said about these big commercial sites out of season. Everything is there if you want it …gym, aerobics classes, big screen tv etc. It has over 500 pitches and at present  must have only about 60 vans on pitches. Despite that a German van almost identical to ours has pitched opposite and they placed there chairs directly facing us. Consequently our eyes are fixed on each other.  But we have our ultimate weapon…Pickles, who just sits and stares anyone out. On the beach there are loads of African lads trying to sell the usual Tat. It probably is a terrible thing to say but our dog is more racist than any National Front Party member. As soon as he sees someone with black skin he kicks off big style. As a result we don’t get harassed as much as others.

When you are on these lengthy journeys you often experience a period of ‘sameness’. Where you wake up each morning and the weather is the same, sunny and warm, you take lunch and evening meals at the same time and go swimming around the same time. Its not like the ‘sameness’ of home where the news comes on the tv at the same time and you get up at the same time…this ‘sameness’ is almost effortless and relaxing. Probably the reason why you travel all of these miles in a motorhome.