Hitting the Atlantic Coast at Biarritz ready for a leisurely journey towards Calais then home, we were struck by the significant drop in temperature. As has become the theme of the tour we were regaled by more tales of how ‘lovely’ the weather had been here last week and that what we were seeing was unprecedented for this time of year. We did not expect anything different by now, so bravely went back under the seats to unpack our winter clothes and pile on the layers for an outing into the centre of town.
Biarritz has a delightful olde world feel about it and we enjoyed hanging around the entrance to the impressive Hotel Imperial where an Audrey Tatou film we’d recently loved had been made. Sparing a thought for those who had booked up for a week of sunshine and luxury in this grand old seafront hotel, we hurried out of the biting wind back to the sanctuary of our warm, dry caravan just before it started to pour. I was not surprised at this as I had as usual hung a long line of washing. Once again I tried to comfort myself with the thought that rain acts as a natural softener … When it became clear that the wet was once again with us for several days I resigned myself back to the dryers and many more Euros in change.
Even the most pleasant of campsites seem miserable and deserted in the rain. No exception, this one was saved by the fact that it has the best swimming pool yet. 20 metres, indoor and heated I enjoyed having it to myself for the three days we were here. My ever indulgent Graham and Krista watched from the side while I lapped up and down.
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