Tuesday – Let’s go fly a kite!

Sadly, 2 of our number had to attend a funeral on Tuesday, which was a couple of hours drive inland from Arcachon, but to save them any stress about getting back in time for dinner, we decided to eat in and fire up the barbeque. This meant a market trip was required to purchase something we (well the boys) could cremate. It turned out to be an eclectic mix of fish, sausages, pate and quiche – so that everyone was happy. Who knew letting a man buy a dozen sardines (Catering) or a pile of Merguez (Ralf) would cause so much joy. While the rest of us were debating the pros & cons of the menu, Dave slipped off for a quick couple of oysters & a chilled glass of Muscadet, hey presto, another very cheery bloke in our midst. Which, let’s face it, is what holidays should be all about.

I felt the afternoon required an activity, so we headed out to the tallest sand dune in Europe, the Grande Dune du Pilat. It was a solid, but lovely ride through what was clearly a very upmarket part of town, before we arrived at a genuinely awe inspiring geological phenomenon. Thank goodness for the staircase to the top. Ralf declared it perfect kite flying weather and produced from his rucksack – a kite! I left them to it – it was quite windy on the top of the sand dune, which meant my legs felt like they were being sand blasted, so having admired the view, I retreated to a more sheltered spot.

I don’t think Lawrence of Arabia has anything to worry about

Apparently the perfect place to fly the kite you just happen to be carrying in your rucksack, obviously with advice from your little helper

Did I mention it was a solid ride there and back – which required a small detour on the way home via Le Bikini ahead of the barbie.

They just won’t let me join in their barbeque games