Bordeaux - Graham's Birthday

As we journeyed onwards to Bordeaux we wondered if we were ever to enjoy more than two uninterrupted clear days … We settled in the sunshine in another holiday village type campsite, a surfers’ paradise on the edge of a small and alternative Californian style town called Monchic. The mood on the campsites had suddenly changed, with the onset of summer the average age has dropped to below 40 and Krista is no longer a novelty amongst the scores of other small children and babies. Although it is refreshing to be surrounded by families, we have been struck by the different level of friendliness you receive from younger people. Having grown used to being welcomed by neighbours, we are now adapting to fellow campers who perhaps looking to get away from the stresses and strains of daily life are hesitant to make a link and barely say hello.
A little like a Center-Park, this campsite was superiorly equipped with leisure facilities and amenities. While a most fantastic lap pool was closed for refurbishments, it did have a great tennis court. Graham and I fitted in a couple of games as Krista took her morning nap. Tennis was put off the agenda when on the verge of a rare but fantastic victory against Graham I managed to sprain my ankle badly. Instead we spent the afternoons lounging by the sites aesthetically designed leisure pool, Krista and I playing in the shade, Graham topping up his tan.
We celebrated Graham’s birthday with a stroll into town for a tub of the licorice flavour ice-cream we had discovered and later some toasted gaufres with squirty cream and a candle.