A quiet Sunday

It was definitely a quiet Sunday, here at the camping ground.  Unfortunately the weather was cloudy, rainy and quite cold at times.

But what does one do on a cold and rainy Sunday.   Shops are closed in the afternoon.   We could have gone to a restaurant, but we had already ordered a chicken from the bar here.   

So our day went like this.   I went to Mass at Bormes les Mimosa and found out it was Mothers Day in France, and like Britain, they prefer to have their own day, rather then join in with most other countries.  All the mothers were handed a red rose as they came out of the church.  A nice touch.

By the way my religious French is improving.   Luckily some of it is in Latin, that helps!

It was cold and wet up on the hill so I did not feel like lingering too much.   I decided to come back via the twisty road behind  the village and then down the equally twisty D98 to the campsite.   Now that was a mistake, as there was a cycle race going on and I had to contend with mad cyclists all the way down.   I could not pull over to let them pass, nor could I travel faster then them, so they passed me, risking their lives, as they could not really see what was coming up the hill.   I was given a few finger signals for getting in their way.   Mad cyclists in this country.

Walter waiting for his take away chicken   He was also starting to feel cold in his shorts.

 Our lovely chefs at the campsite, who cooked the chickens in the new rotisserie oven.   I think the rotisserie will be a big success this coming summer.  We also ordered frites, and I had cooked green beans to go with the chicken and frites.

It was very jolly in the bar, with people having pre lunch drinks, but we had our wine and beer already on the table outside the caravan. 

Walter, now dressed in tracksuit bottoms rather than shorts, ready to start a delicious lunch.   And it was too.

 After lunch, and a short snooze, we decided to drive to Cabasson, and then on to the Port of La Londe.  The area we drove through had been devastated by a bush fire two years ago.  Amazingly the cork oaks, like eucalyptus trees, spring back into life again after being burnt.   The undergrowth had also grown back and it was hard to believe that the area was a scene of desolation a year ago.

I was driving, so no photographs.

The Port of La Londe is quite a beautiful spot, and not really on the tourist trail.   Quite the hidden gem.   Today it was very busy, with loads of people celebrating Mothers Day.   We each bought a huge ice cream, which we enjoyed very much.   We sat on the orange plastic chairs, which the ice cream place generously provided, and watched the world go by.   Very pleasant.

 The sun was out by now, and it was lovely and warm, so off came the jackets again.  Sunshine really makes such a difference.

 A photograph of another restaurant that we once really liked, and went to often, and we took different members of the family to eat there.   Then on the last visit, we received indifferent service and food, so that was the end of that restaurant.

A large boat, which looked very comfortable.   Still not large enough for my liking.

 A view across the small harbour.

And from there we drove home, and spent the rest of the afternoon reading.  As one does on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

And it rained again this evening, just as we sat down to chicken and salad.   When will we get some decent warm weather I wonder.

I have now finished the day off writing this blog.    Sundays.