Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Week 3 - Pyla sur Mer - Biarittz- Inland Pays Basque- Jonzac

June 18th, Day 17. Pyla to Leon. Aprox 100 kms

Missed off the score for campsite Panorama du Pyla: 9/10- fantastic location at the end of the Dune and a lovely viewing area overlooking the sea for evening drinks. Only downside it was a bit dog eat dog finding a pitch, as there were no defined areas -some large some small dependent on the placement of the trees and the tenaciousness and skill of the drivers.

We managed to set off just before 10.30 am - a Tree record! And that's after a full english breakfast !
Just before we set off we were mesmerised by the arrival of a large german plated motorhome, with teutonic efficiency the male driver measured out his pitch with the aid of a small spade and spirit level, steadfastly refusing to be hurried as other campers waited to pass in their cars. After marking out and confirming the suitability he reversed the monster van into the selected pitch. Even the german couple in the pitch next to ours looked on in awe!

An option was to get to Biarritz in a day, but we don't do high speed dashes on our beloved D roads, so we again set off at a steady 45-50mph. Graham has a rule: when we are holding up 3 or more cars we pull over to let them pass. Travelling through the Landes forested areas is a little boring - lots and lots of trees, straight roads, and no hills, none! However, in between the forested areas and turnng off the road are lots of small villages ready to spring in to action come the french holiday season. We thought we should try one, and after a leisurely diversion for a lakeside pique-nique by a lovely small lake at Aureillon, we are  not in the mood for bustling Bayonne. Léon is the village we chose. From the lake you can travel in a punted flat boat along the waterways on the Huchet river all the way to the coast (4 hours). Obviously by the time we arrived the boat trips were fermé! 

Typical road in Landes.

We knew the campsite in our Michellin guide in Leon was expensive -45 euros -so drove further on to find a campsite nearer the lake for just over 17 euros - a great find - Camping Club Lou Puntaou- it was being readied for next month but the lovely pool was open, which we enjoyed later in the pm, almost to ourselves.

For those wondering what happened to the sliding doors - Graham effected a repair using sticky tape which we will live with until we return to England. What a hero! [Because the nyon runner had come off, the rolling mechanism was too low, so I built a ramp out of sticky tape to launch it to the correct height, and also adjusted the clamps so it is lower].

Score for Camping Club Lou Puntao -  7.5/10 - great pool but most other facilities not yet in operation with an air of slight neglect, including most showers. Also lots of little flies around determined to commit kamikaze in Carol's early morning coffee!

June 19th, Day 18. Leon - Bidart Aprox 72 kms

Have you ever looked at a map of France and seen the thin line of yellow running from the tip of the Medoc to Biarritz? Well I have and I wanted to see what it looked like in the flesh. Here it is: over a hundred miles of soft sand, mostly deserted apart from a few access points. 

Occasionally you could see dark patches in the ocean, scaring the bathers and only 5 or 6 metres from the shore. They turned out to be shoals of little fish swimming randomnly in a group. You may be able to make one out in the photo below.

On route to Biarritz we stopped for a picnic lunch in Capbreton- Carol had read it was an iconic place to visit- with a famous wooden pier and lighthouse. Graham was underwhelmed -he thought he was going to see a proper big lighthouse -not a tiddly looking thing at the entrance to the harbour and marina! However a plaque said the pier was built in 1850 something for William III.

Capbreton looked like it had been flattened and rebuilt. Large appartment blocks around a huge marina, but still a working harbour with a number of fishing boats returning with the day's catch while we were there.

The old pier at Capbreton. This is now the harbour entrance and they've stuck the starboard marker on the old lighthouse.

Travelling further through the Landes forest there were several sweet looking villages until we met the busy conurbation that was Bayonne, Anglet and Biarritz which seemed to roll into one. A rude awakening after our gentle pottering. We are staying to the south in Bidart and we missed our campsite twice before we found it on the avenue de Biarritz - at one time trundling through a residential area with a no camping car sign! The campsite is fantastic - already feels like a 10\10 - we quickly changed and headed for a welcome dip in the pool.
The site is delightful - lots of trees .hydrangeas and roses separate the pitches. The showers have piped music- how swanky is that! There are also many lodges in the site.

Tonight we will venture up to the bar to watch the agony that is supporting England in the 2nd World Cup qualifiying match.

We sat with the handful of apologetic Brits in the bar to watch the match. Oh dear. We don't seem to be able to concentrate for 45 minutes at a time. We shuffled off after the inevitable defeat-Graham commenting "even Nelson (our deceased labrador) would have had the nounce to man mark Suarez".

June 20th, day 19. Biarritz. 

Today we caught the bus to Biarritz. Graham has always wanted to see what it looked like -after reading accounts of it's Art Deco splendour.
Again the fare was 1 euro per single journey and 2 euros for a 24 hour ticket- a bargain!
We ignored the designer shops-Hermes, Dior etc en route to the Grande Plage. "No Graham I don't need another Hermes scarf or Dior bag! " pleaded Carol ( Ha I don't think so!)

The promenade along the beach was sophisticated and tasteful - with the Hotel du Palais at one end of the bay, the Art Deco casino in the centre and some other grand building at the other side. We peered over the hedges and up the drive of the Hotel du Palais -once the imperial residence of -yes you've guessed it -William III. We noted lunch cost €135 euros, with another €22 for pudding. We decided we would rather like a more authentic experience in a restaurant in the old fishing port -that and we were a little underdressed and under resourced!

We were a little disappointed that there were not many cafes and restaurants along the promenade as we had imagined something like the cafes on the Champs Elysees in Paris! However the beach itself was delightful -we really regretted not packing our cossies and towels! We did paddle along the edge of the sea along the Grand Plage - Graham manfully trying not to stare at the thong wearing girls and Carol trying not to do the same with the lifeguards.

After exploring the other sites including the Rocher de la Vierge -a rock connected to the promenade by an iron walkway built by Eiffel, the fishing port and further beaches -we had lunch overlooking the old fishing port at a fish restaurant -Thon (Tuna) avec Piperade and Merlu (Hake) a l'espagnol, half a carafe of rosé,and 2 coffees; €41. That's more like it.

Our restaurant in the old fishing port

A typical old fishermens cottage

The beach fills up in the afternoon. More distracting thongs!

After another stroll along the Grande Plage - the heat began to get to us and we decide to return to Bidart and hit the pool. 

Later we went to the bar to watch France vs Switzerland. Another pasting. The bar packed, faces painted, staff all with French footie kit on complete with whistles. Whenever the French scored a goal all whistles were blown enthusiastically complete with music and clapping in time - 5 times we experienced this! Needless to say the mood of the departing supporters was a little more upbeat than the previous night. On the way back we mused how timid England would have fared against Switzerland.

Through the later part of the match we heard thunder and saw sheet lightning -and in the night there was another dramatic thunderstorm.

Score for camping Yelloh Illbiarritz. - 10/10. Although sometimes we could hear the main autoroute -it did not interfere with our enjoyment of this well equipped site. Great shop, bar, restaurant,tennis court, children's activity area -pools - we saw the large indoor pool as we drove to go out! In fact we noted there were some Thomson lodges signposted on the site.

June 21st, Day 20.  Bidart - Espelette. Aprox 35 kms

We were going to stay another night in Bidart but last night the pitches surrounding Rex were taken by a group of Spanish families with their very lively excited children! Something to do with a King being crowned may have given tham an extra holiday. They were still up eating and chatting as we arrived back just after 11pm last night and up and at them this morning ready for day of poolside fun! Our proposed day of chilling by the van and pool was just not going the happen.

So we decided to cut our losses and have a trip into the  Pays Basque hills to see what it's like. We travelled to the Nivelle valley and through Sare to go on to Col de Saint-Ignace where we took a train up to the summit of the Rhume ( 905m, 2970 ft)

A canine passenger cost 8 euros - not sure if this one was declared.

905 metres up. Biarritz is in the distance, but I don't think you can see it on the photo.

Carol was impressed by the humour in this poster - and the frenchness of this sign-

And so back down on the little train
The train celebrates it's 90th anniversary this year.

We  stopped over at a campsite just outside of the village of Espelette -famous for it's sweet red peppers - Piment D'Espelette. Again on arrival we hit the pool at camping Bipar Gorri. Later that night "les gens du village" gave an impromptu concert in the bar to round off a local party. We gate crashed with a couple of beers.
Score for camping Bipar Gorri -8/10 - lovely pool area and friendly bar. Toilets and showers unisex-they're in individual cubicles but Carol was a little shaken by having to walk out of the showers passing the men using the urinals just outside! 
Tomorrow we aim to travel to Salies -de- Bearn just to the North west of the Bearn region and probably stay a couple of nights.   

June 22 - Day 21. Espinette to Salies de Béarn  115 kms

Espelette is a manicured tourist town with day trippers just arriving as we leave. Lots of quaint charcuteries, tourist shops and produits regionaux, and yes, chocolate shops guessed it: chilli chocolate. Carol fills her boots and empties her credit card in one of them before we set off for St. Jean Pied de Port.
Lots of the shops and houses have rows of peppers dangling down them.
And don't forget the Bayonne Ham

30km later, St Jean Pied de Port is the final stopping off point for pilgrims on the road to Santiago de Compostela before the dangerous climb over Pyrenean passes. Todays pilgrims follow the same route with backpacks over the bridge below. If you have the right credentials you can stay (free) in one of the offered resting places in the old town.

Graham adopting his pilgrim pose (but going in the wrong direction)
And the view of the same bridge from he opposite side.
A couple of the places offering refuge to pilgrims.

Having picnic lunch we head North into Béarn and head for Salies de Béarn municipal campsite. Salies de Béarn is an ancient spa town with a nice park and grand hotels (if just a little run down). It's Graham's birthday so we head for the grandest and book a table for dinner in the Hotel Casino. (Actually, it's the only one that's open). Unfortunately the lights were broken -so here's the Ino Hotel!

Hotel Casino is an original art deco dream of a place! - original chairs and lightfittings etc. 
We ate on the veranda - which had a glass roof and original metal light fittings and metal decoration. This is the inside.

Birthday Boy!

We had a great meal (John Dory with oranges/Cod and chirozo) which was again very reasonably priced. We assumed dining out in France would be expensive but we find it the contrary. 

June 23rd , Day 22. Salies de Bearn - Jonzac,  Approx 320 kms

Today, as the cruise brochures state, is a day relaxing at sea. We need to get north of Bordeaux in one go so we go by autoroute speed rather than D roads. The N10 is packed with lorries from all nationalities. The rightmost lane is just one long convoy, leaving two lanes for the rest. Route is marked as a freebie but the map is wrong: there are two péages and we hit them both. Today is also the first day of rain since Noirmoutier.

We have not experienced any wine or cognac tasting so decided to stop over in Jonzac, just 12kms south of Pons, where we stayed a fortnight ago. It feels good to be back in this area. This is nice gentle countryside with vines and quiet roads.

We decide to stay a couple of nights to have a rest from touring and chill a little. We are staying at a friendly rural site called Les Castors - it has small indoor and outdoor pools which we take full advantage of once settled on our pitch. Again we think we are the only English on site - often hearing snippets of comments between fellow campers re "les anglais".

Graham whilst doing his washing up duties chatted to some people who say they visit the site every year to take "les thermales" - he assumed they meant a local spa town but couldn't catch the name.

We are the youngest on the site! - it feels like a retirement village - we know we are retired but even so we feel like spring chickens! The up side is the pool area is a tranquil place to be -no bombing or beach balls evident here! (Carol still traumatised from experience in the pool at Bipar Gorri-courtesy of that pleasant little spanish child!)

June 24th, Day 23. Jonzac.

Today a leisurely start - just managed to cycle in to Jonzac before the market closed. The Market is held in a rather spendid building.

Jonzac has Thermes! it is a spa town!
And it has a Chateau which is ...yes - The Hotel de Ville! Bureaucrats sure know how to live in France!
Jonzac is a lovely town which could be lovelier if the Marie banned cars from its centre and pedestrianised it. Why do the French persist in allowing cars into their historic centres?

There appears to be many restaurants and shops in streets lined with rather grand looking town houses.

We decided to buy a ready meal from the Traiteur- 2 slices of Pate en Croute, a cooked chicken and some vegetables in a sauce -31 euros! After Carol  scraped Graham off the floor, we cycled back to the site for lunch. The pate en croute was delicious!

Had a chilled afternoon by the pool ,and later cycled back in to Jonzac where we visited a local wine shop and purchased a bottle of Pineau Charente (a cognac based aperitif - 17º) and a couple of bottles of local wine- after sampling some first obviously!
A detour via Intersport so Graham could buy some tight swimming shorts, as his boxer/swimming shorts are deemed unsuitable in the swimming pool and he can no longer cope with the disapproving (or were they admiring? - Ed.) looks!
Graham keeping well undercover in the pool!

Tomorrow we will go further north up the coast to Royan, a place we have visited several years ago, to see if it has improved at all. It is driving distance to Pons -so also would be the nearest beach resort if we did decide to buy a property in the area.

Weather windy but pleasantly warm still -23-24 degrees?

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Week 2 Arcais - Pyla sur Mer.

 June 9th, Day 8. Arçais

During the night there was another thunderstorm with the usual dramatic sheet lightning, thunder and rain. Come the morning - bright sunshine.

Today was certainly a surprise and eventful!

Graham awoke complaining he had a sore area on his abdomen. We have both recieved impressive insect bites over the last couple of days so Carol suggested he had made one bleed by scratching. It had been very hot the last couple of nights.
During breakfast Graham exclaimed "It's not a scab it's got legs. Everytime I touch it the legs move like a crab trying to scurry away!"
Sure enough on close examination it indeed did look as if  he had an insect embedded in his tum. It is a bank holiday Monday - the nearest pharmacy is closed and the emergency telephone number not answering. With the aid of the kind lady in the Tourist Information office, we find the nearest open pharmacy is the town of Niort aprox 20 kms away. We are torn: Graham wants to stick it out another day and names it Boris, Carol wants it seen to. Graham suspects there is an ulterior motive here. "If I can sleep another night with it why can't you? after all, our dog lived with them for days before we found out." Carol wins, its off to Niort.
The pharmacist confirms it is "une tique" and wants nothing to do with it, they insist on the hospital - Carol  was right.
There we had a 2 hour stay in the emergency department before he was seen by a cool looking young doctor dressed in red converse trainers ,matching red watchstrap and designer glasses (someone noticed then!). After taking a personal call on his iphone,  he removed "la tique" with a special "tique" removing device. It did take some time for the doctor to extract Boris - "I think he likes me " commented Graham. We left 12 euros lighter - thank you E111 card!

Never mind  - we decided to go in to the centre of Niort, the capital of the 'Marais Poitevin, for a nice lunch and sightsee given we hoped to visit later in our trip.

Niort was closed! No tourist attraction open and no restaurants to be found. Nothing. Rien. Our hope of lunch in an atmospheric  bistro overlooking the river was thwarted!

This is the Donjon. The most celebrated attraction in Niort - ou est tout le monde?

    The Hotel de Ville

Not sure if Carol is on a lean or the church really was! Still no people!

Still the co-op was open on return to Arçais and Graham bought a bottle of sparkling wine - to celebrate the release of Boris!

June 10th, Day 9. 

Today we cycled along the waterways- hurrah! 
What a peaceful picturesque part of the world this is. We passed just a handful of other cyclists or walkers the whole day.
We cycled to just outside of St Hilaire la Palud to visit Les Oiseaux du Marais Poitevin Parc Ornithologique - a bird park with lots of species of geese,ducks and various other birds which are common in this area -or migrate through. Some common and some that are rarely seen. Although disappointed it was not a reserve to view wild birds, we were impressed with the way the park was laid out and spaces provided for the birds.
Ruddy Duck with blue beak.
Spot the baby Ibis

We saw some cranes with their rather large chicks on the nest and some teeny new African Ibis chicks also amongst many other species!
We as usual took an unexpected detour back via Damvix - the maps are never as explicit as we'd like!
A round trip of 16 miles - now that is reasonable thinks Carol.

Tonight we eat out- Graham feels he should try eel which is a local speciality - we'll see!

The restaurant in which we hoped to eat local specialities was closed! Thank goodness a small restaurant further up the road had saved their last table for us! No eel but very good Sole Meurniere.We had an enjoyable meal at Le Patio de Arçais, It appeared to be a family run place (no English), the husband cooking and the wife front of house. Another trip advisor recommendation to be posted. 

A couple of snaps of some local buildings.

Tomorrow we head further inland to St Jean D'Angely. Despite Boris, we like Arçais, especially when all the day trippers have gone home.

Score 8/10 for Camping la Taillee. Great location, basic but clean facilities.

June11th Day 10  Arcais to St Jean D"Angély  60kms

Today we travelled all the way to St Jean d"Angely on the D roads -bumping along through the countryside through lots of hamlets and villages. It really brought it home how very large and rural France is.
A big shop in Leclerc supermarket.. where we were amazed by the number of English voices -we've been used to being the only anglais in the village for the past week! We spoke briefly to a couple who have a holiday home nearby - they spotted us as we were trying parasols for size and eying up gazebo's! The wife appeared to regret buying a property in a rural hamlet due to the amount of driving needed to get around. She said there are lots of properties for sale in the area, mostly English owned and it appeared to be a buyers market... Interesting.
We travelled through the outskirts of St Jean -which appeared larger than we imagined-to our campsite -val de Boutonne situated opposite a lovely park area and the river.

After dinner we spent an enjoyable evening drinking and talking with our next door neighbours Jaquie and Peter who have just bought a property in a nearby village with a gite attached. They hope to move in September to live and manage the gite -Jaquie having given up her teaching job in England and Peter hoping to work from here in his  present IT job. We wish them well!

June 12th, Day 11

It's very hot 30 degrees! We need a pool.
We walked in to the old town centre doing a trail recommended on a tourist leaflet. St. Jean D'Angély is as pretty as it sounds. Ancient abbey, 15thC buildings, grand buldings, narrow streets, nice river and boating lake formed by the local river La Boutonne. Lots of restaurants and lots of Immobliers (Estate Agents). Bizarrely the historical attractions were shut - opening mid June- which shows how short the tourist season is here.

After lunch we walked along the banks of the river to an old watermill. A tranquil wide river with a handful of fishermen and people walking along the path, a few children swimming. We wondered how busy this place gets in high season?
Score - Minicipal  St Jean D'Angely 8/10. Again a lovely location with basic clean facilities. Really the french have got it sussed - so far all the municipal campsites have been a credit to the towns and villages that provide them.

June 13th, Day 12. St Jean D'Angeley - Pons via Chateau de Dampierre. 90 kms aprox.

We set off in time to arrive 12ish in Dampierre -Sur-Boutonne ready for the big french lunch shut down - when will we learn!
The lady at the gate of the chateaux told us to return at 2pm for the English tour. (later we found out she was actually the the owner)
A chatty couple from Cardiff who spend 6 months of the year over here at their holiday home gave us lots of tips on places to visit and nearby campsites - Thank you whoever you were. We had a picnic lunch looking on to some lovely village properties waiting for 2pm and then assembled as requested for the tour.

The tour was interesting and the chateau is indeed as stated a Renaissance jewel. It has been extensively restored following a fire in 2002 -each of the small carved stone panels in the outside gallery repaired by hand at great expense. Many works -books,tapestries were destroyed but vlllagers and firemen managed to rescue furniture and some tapasteries. The chateau is still being discretely restored (at a cost of €3million)

All these panels have been individually restored...

and put back. Stainless steel ods and braces hold them in place.

Onwards to Pons , driving through the Cognac vineyards, with snooty sat nav lady bellowing at us all the way as we chose to go via the D roads and not her route of choice.
Arrived at the municipal campsite -welcomed by the totally french speaking warden. Pons again appears larger than we anticipated -we'll see tomorrow.

June 14th Day 13  Pons.

Again we are pleasantly surprised. Pons has a lovely square with a Donjon (old keep), Hotel de Ville, cafes, fountains and gardens. The Hotel de Ville looks to be housed in an old chateau - we mused over the fact that in all the places we have been, (and not only in France), the Hotel de Ville and associated administrative offices (on left, below) appear to be in the most prestigious building in the town. As Graham comments "all citizens are equal but some who work for the council seem more favoured than others".
As again we managed to arrive to visit just as lunchtime approached we lunched back on site and returned later in the afternoon. Still, a visit to the marché provided lunch and in the afternoon the Donjon was open!! Our cup runneth over -oh no it didn't - we forgot the camera! So all you get is a pic from the bottom, taken in the morning.

We climbed to the top anyway to see great views of the town and surrounding countryside -you will have to take our word for it! There was a wedding party outside the Marié at the Hotel de Ville.  The bride had a beautiful dress with long lace sleeves and panels of lace in the skirt with sparkly bits which caught the sun, and a train which she kept standing on and little children kept grabbing (note to potential brides (now who could that be?- Ed.) - too long a train spells trouble!) The bridesmaid had a full skirted organsa looking dress -almost like a long tutu (info for interested female readers!) It was lovely looking down on the happy wedding party pausing for photos on the lawn- awwwh...sigh...

We detoured back along the river and came across people making decorated barges and a stage being set up for musicians, bars being constructed and chairs laid out. We presume it is a local celebration/event and see if we can blag an invite. Graham managed to communicate enough with the locals to discover all tickets "pour manger" were sold but we could return tonight to hear the music for free as long as but we buy some beer at 2 euros. We think we will have a wander down after dinner.

We turn up at 9pm. A band was playing some Irish and some French tunes in the style of Roland Rivron - you know the sort of thing: a bit subdued, embarrassed to be singing. We thought they were an English band - but on questioning a band member they were actually French - not sure he was flattered that we thought he was English, but at least he was off the stage now.

"Les Crabes". Available to book: Fetes, Mariages, No gig too small.

The dinner barely finished and suddenly all chairs were scooped up to face the river Ah-ha. So this is what it's all about.

Lots of barges with decorated and illuminated floats were announced and floated down the river to applause from the many people gathered along the shore of the river - which was illuminated with little coloured fairy lights. Unfortunately  the PA system was a little eratic - giving the feel of a Norman Collier broken microphone routine - "Et Main.nt ns avons les... les ..irs avis" The announcer laughing heartily as he  announced each entry - we think he may have been on the pastis, and why not.

Everyone joined in congratulating the participants, with good natured banter and I'm sure a great evening was had by all. We left the party early as we are driving South tomorrow.

June 15th Day 14th. Pons - Pyla sur Mer, Arcachon.  201 kms.

We travel to Blaye with the hope of catching a ferry across the Gironde river to avoid going via Bordeaux. Unfortunately we arrived just after 12 to discover the next ferry was 3pm. A dilemma! There are no open ticket offices. Will the ferry actually run? How big is it? There are a lot of cars parked at the fort next to the ferry -  would we get on it? After a short discuss we decided to mix it on the autoroute round Bordeaux and arrived in Pyla sur Mer just after 2pm! We find the autoroute horrible after our quiet, rural roads.
The campsite is the most commercial one yet - has several pools, a bar, a restaurant, creperie etc.
However it is situated near the Dune of Pilat - the largest sand dune in Europe. Driving by looking for our chosen campsite we pass others, one with a massive sand coloured building within: What were they thinking - building a massive indoor pool complex?  
Later we realise. This is not a building, this is .... The Dune.

We settle in and scramble down to the beach with the dune looming nearby - we are on the edge with a paraglider's take-off and landing point.

Tomorrow we hope to take the bus from the site in to Arcachon.

We dine listening to cheers from the direction of the bar. France are playing and it's an easy win.
We introduce ourselves to the Brits opposite and after inspecting each other's vans we had a few glasses of wine and a chat. Roy and Jennifer are going off tomorrow towards Ille d'Oleron-they hoped to set off at 8am -some hope considering the amount of wine tasting and putting the world to rights! They wobbled back to their van at midnight.

June 16th , Day 15.  Arcachon

Roy and Jen left at 9.30 am -good effort! Graham waved farewell bleary eyed from his bed but thinks they did not see him -probably for the best. Over breakfast we think of them, heads throbbing on the autoroute to Bordeaux.

There is a bus stop just outside the site -very convenient-and just one euro to Arcachon. The Arcachon Basin is a large sea lake, about 60 square miles in area and shallow in places, but never dries. Perfect for swimming.

Arcachon itself is the biggest town and the place where the Bordelais take their holidays. It is pretty swanky, like Sandbanks in Dorset but more extensive. Miles of sandy beach with wide promenades. Piers leading into the water from where you can catch ferries to Cap Ferret across the Arcachon basin. 

A massive marina. Uncrowded - but we can imagine the scene at the height of summer.

Butterfly just had to get in the picture!

We lunched in a restaurant along the promenade - guess what Carol had! Unfortunately had to make do with just half a bottle of wine as it cost the same as a bottle at all the other places we have eaten at so far!

We walked through Arcachon to a residential area called The Ville d'Hiver (winter town). This was created by the Pereira brothers in 1862 when 300 villas were designed by a famous architect and a landscape designer. Every villa is different -for those who know Hull it looked like a (much) grander version of Newland Park. The only people about were workmen, freshening up the villas for their wealthy owners to visit next month. Prices start at €1m but you don't get much for that - figure on more like €3m. We hoped they didn't think we were casing the joint as Carol peered through hedges and trees snapping away with her camera.

A couple of examples

Back on site another dinner was interrupted by cheers from the bar.  This time German ones. We thought momentarily we might go along to support Portugal but couldn't face it. After all became tranquil again we crept to the bar to see that indeed it looks like Germany won convincingly. Well deserved I'm sure. From what we could decipher Portugal got nil points -so we wandered off for an evening stroll content that at least  Christiano Ronaldo would be without his usual smug smile this evening!!

Tomorrow we plan to cycle to the Dune and picnic -possibly try to catch a ferry to Cap Ferret.

June 17th Day 16. Arcachon

Today is Dune-day. We cycle to Pyla - Dune de Pilat -and find ourselves passing a coach park, oh dear. Actually, it's not that bad. There are a few tourist shops and cafes doing fairly brisk business on the path to the dune, but they don't sway us, oh no.

They've put steps up the dune so actually it's quite an easy climb. Without the steps it is very hard going, your foot slips back through the sand to nearly the same place it started out, so Graham quicky gives up and joins Carol on the step route.

The top is jaw droppingly amazing. The photos don't do it justice. We are on top of the highest dune in Europe. Currently 117m (384ft) high and growing at 2m each year, it is 0.5km wide and 3km (2 miles) long. It's shape is not uniform, gently sloping up from the sea and then dropping sharply into the forest, fittingly, a bit like a wave.

There are a few people up here, but it's not mobbed and there is room for everyone.

The views over the sea are amazing and can't be captured on film. In line with Cap Feret is another sand bank and another forming further towards to land. Yachts shelter in the lee of the sand banks and paragliders use the dune as a launch pad. If only Spurn Point was like this!

We stay for around an hour and then come down the quick way! We seem to drag a lot of sand down with us, Im surprised there's any left on top.

We cycled in to Pyla sur Mer passing more very upmarket properties - it again feels very clean and affluent.
We arrive at the pier where the ferry to Cap Ferret goes from to discover the ferry service doesn't start til 5th July - quelle surprise!!
We picnic overlooking the beach -weather continues to be mostly sunny and a pleasant 22 degrees. And had a little walk and paddle along the beach.
Here is the pier that what the ferry would have gone from!
And a view of the beach with the dune in the background, a short cycle ride away.

We had a stroll further into Pyla and came across the local church in beautiful surroundings.

Headed back to the campsite for dinner chez Rex and to plan our journey as we hope to travel through the Landes area on to Biarritz tomorrow.

Bye bye sophisicated but expensive Arcachon.