Having booked a very last minute holiday to see our daughter who is working out in the Vendee in France I didn’t have time to post a note nor did I take my computer with me so no means of keeping in touch, which was great!
It was lovely to see Nicola. She had been going a bit stir crazy as she hasn’t any transport so is unable to go any further than the local town centre which is literally 500 metres from the site she is working on. La Rochelle takes over an hour and a half to get to by bus which is a pain when she doesn’t finish until 2 ish on her half days. So whilst she had us around to ferry her to places we went to La Rochelle to the aquarium on the harbour front. It is brilliant, we have one of the National Sea Life Centres in Birmingham but it had nothing on this aquarium.
We also ventured on to the Ile De Re going to the little town of Saint Martin, very picturesque but it rained.
Another evening we travelled north to Les Sables D’Olonne.
France is a strange place. There are really lovely little villages which we travel through but it’s a bit like the twilight zone. As there is never anyone about in these villages or small towns they all look deserted. But on Bastille night the town of La Tranche was heaving, people where appearing like ants, thousands appearing on the sea front to watch the fireworks then all just disappearing again. Where do they all go. It was just the same in Les Sables D’olonne, no one in the suburbs, looks just like an American town seen in the Western films with tumbleweed rolling down the streets but get to the sea front/ town centre and there are thousands.
Well we had a lovely time, if you ever go to La Tranche Sur Mer be sure to seek out Matt from Bradford in his bar/restaurant, the food is fantastic and the drinks flow.
The trip home was horrid, the rain pelted down the sea was rocking and rolling delaying our return by an hour and lengthening the voyage by an hour and a half. We are home now safe and well, the washing is done just the ironing to go.