So much to tell you about so will talk fast today!

Cereal for breakkie once we had established that we were ok to stay for 1 more night and it didn’t involve moving pitches, hurrah and double hurrah. Still full from tomorrow so there is at drama to contend with but I will come onto that!

Penny had run out of clean knickers, so it was decided we would do our domestic chores whilst it was a sunny day as the next couple of days were uncertain. A full load and a load of hand washing hanging on the line we were ready to head off to explore. We needed to find the beach and get a fix of sea! Where we are staying is the municipal camp site, basically provided by the council, the municipality… So the place we a staying is a trendy village called st Martin, and it’s basically like Nottingham castle on Robin Hood! You have to enter the city rough the walls which are still largely in tact the moat is now filled with grass but the cycle paths are awesome weaving around the old city. Penny was under her own steam and loving the independence of riding a little on the road. We found the beach and carried on into the town where we found e most beautiful back streets to wonder and a truly amazing market that any foodie would die for. The children were fascinated by the spices, fish and patisserie stalls. We saw an enormous swordfish, and bought some bread.

We returned and Fraser slept for what seemed like ages, whilst penny made friends with some French girls with water pistols and they were sharing their languages. We enjoyed a bottle of wine with our bread and cheeses and hams…. I think we reached 7 cheeses on offer today with 5 different meats and chutneys! Whilst penny was happily playing we begun the search for the next 2 nights camping pitch. A quick call to mum meant that she was also on the case, and eventually we realised that there are in fact no free pitches in the entire of France! We thought we found one and it let us book then so we were relieved but this was short lived when they sent us an email saying they were wrong!

We left the camp and headed to the beach again this time so the children could have a swim. There were a few more waves than they have been used to so far but they remained confident in the sea, with our hawk eyes watching from the beach. Whilst at the beach we continued to search for a campsite and mum came up trumps with one a bit further than we were after but available, with a pool. He only stumbling block was they speak absolutely no English, so my French was tried out and I triumphed with a reservation (I think!)

A quick dinner for the children of tomato soup and bread (the hunger window was open without time to fire up the bbq!) before we headed into town again for a walk and an ice cream. On our way we found a tiny doorway, I don’t know what got our interest but it said you could visit for €1.60 with children free so we went in. Immediately we had to go up a tiny stone spiral staircase, the steps were labelled silence please. We scuttled up them not knowing what we’d find. There was a tiny counter with a man who we paid, and a clock. It was seemingly the bell tower for the church. We continued up the rickety stairs and onto the roof with a breath taking view. We had gone past the working bells. We realised they were due to chime shortly so we hung around as the kids were fascinated by the inner workings of the clock. When it did chime I was busy telling the children to put their fingers in their ears to take a photo…. It friended me half to date and I nearly fell down the rickety stairs! My ear is still buzzing now, but stew says his is only buzzing due to my exclamation!

The evening ended up sitting on the harbour wall eating ice cream people watching. The bbq is now on, the children are in bed, and we are looking forward to a complete adventure tomorrow! Who knows what it will bring.

Cheers everyone!