There is always what they call a Service point in these sites. It consists of a grill to drive over to empty grey water. A hole and usually a tap over for emptying chemical toilets, and then a tap for fresh water. This usually has a thread on it for a hose, but this one didn't which means using bottles to fill from. Errrhhh. There is now a queue behind us, so we decide to park up again and just top up the tank with a few litres ferried by our large water bottles. Jc did this and I took the pups down to the beach.
We take the coast road much to Jane's annoyance and in fact unless we turned her off,she would insist we change course. The drive up the coast road is not actually on the coast but a few miles inland and is lined with Pine trees for miles. A good driving day, sunny and straight roads.
When we arrived at Mimizan Plage Aire, later that day we immediately filled up with water, and Jc asked me for the filler cap. ' Erhhh. You opened it'. 'No, you asked me for the key, and anyway it was already open, as he fumbles in his pocket to find the keys. It dawns on us both that the filler cap is in Biarritz. **¥¥$¥# Still, it's probably sitting there on the side where you left it. We could go back and get it as it is the one that locks with the same key as everything else on the van and useless to anyone else. Where did you leave it? Er, balanced on the ledge by the fuel cap. Ahhh, so it is not in Biarritz. It is somewhere between there and here then.
I had never wanted to go to Mimizan Plage. It was cold and looked unfriendly and they wanted €8 for the night. But the dogs were fed up and to get to the place we had been recommended Biscarrose Plage was another 25 miles further. The Scottish friends we had met down at Isla Christina had recommended a few things. The first was not to go to the site in Fuseta as it was very pikey. We did go there and in fact stayed 9 nights and really enjoyed it. The second was to go to Orbitur group sites in Portugal as they were very good. This was way off the mark. And thirdly that Biscarrosse Plage was one of the loveliest places to stay and because they live in France, they often drive the 3 hour journey for a long weekend. We ought to give it a go.
My sense of humour having deserted me, I start Wishstream up and drive furiously for Biscarosse with a bright yellow kitchen cloth sticking out of the hole where the filler cap should be.
Biscarosse Plage Aire is another misnomer. It is set in an enormous pine forest with probably the largest population of caterpillars in France. Actually I don't know as I never looked up. But it is dark and rather spooky and I certainly wouldn't rate it as somewhere to come back to. We find a gap in the fence and walk out onto the massive dunes that protect the forest from the sea. I suppose in summer this would be a lovely place for families with children.
Meanwhile talking about families, I notice 2 x missed calls from my mother. It is the day of the week when we catch up . She answers the phone to explain she can't talk. The ball cock in the loft water tank jammed at 01.00 this morning and after watching the water pour through the ceiling of their spare bedroom for a couple of hours, it fell down at 03.00am.
Ahh, all is now in perspective.
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Location:Biscarrosse Aire
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