Yesterday we took the old bus out for an airing as we drove into town to get some shopping. It is always interesting to compare prices with home shopping and to see what is and isn’t available. You can find fresh milk in some supermarkets but will be just a few cartons and the taste is not the same. The long life milk is much better but you are better off drinking black tea and coffee like me. Price wise a lot of things are similar but I am positive that the people you see driving around in large, posh cars are all vegetarian. The price of fresh meat is still very high indeed.
After shopping and with the promise of fresh fish for tea I took my rod and reel and tried my luck as the tide was coming in and could see other hopeful anglers. I was asked what sort of fish I was hoping to catch. I answered dog fish as the only bait I could find were some doggie treats I had found during our shopping expedition. I am not going to report on the success or otherwise of the fishing trip but I must say that we had duck for tea.
There are people going and new people arriving all the time and it is very easy to get into conversation with the folk around us. It is very hard not to label people for how they are on the site. For instance there goes the german Bradley Wiggins who disappears every day, all lycrad up leaving his poor wife to stay and get his tea ready.The big mystery is the French lady who spends what seems like all day going backwards and forwards between their caravan and the toilet block with mountains of washing up. What on earth is she cooking to make so much mess and does she go home to tell all her friends what a relaxing time she has had. What are people saying about us?
Today we caught the bus and went to Boyonne. On arrival Elaine made straight for the information centre to get a map of the city so we could find the places of interest we had marked out as being part of the days agenda. We could see the cathedral so we made for that. We then studied the map because we wanted to find the river. We both studied the map and couldn’t make head nor tail of it. None of the road names were on the map and even the cathedral wasn’t where it was supposed to be. Elaine was pointing in one direction of where we should go and I was pointing in totally the other direction convinced that that was the way we should go. We found the extremely large river by accident but what was that other river tht joined it in the middle of the town. There was only one river on our map. Then the penny dropped. Elaine had picked up a map of Sans Sabastion (Spain). The locals then had the vision of two english peoplelaughing hysterically in the middle of their town. Once the map had been suitably disposed of we had a wonderful time exploring this beautiful city.