Many times, Keith and I have agreed that our idea of a holiday was not to lie all day on a beach somewhere. today, we succumbed to temptation and did just that. We had intended driving into the little town nearby called Serignan to have a look at the shops but it was market day and there was absolutely nowhere to park so we headed out of there and on to Valras-Plage, which we had visited very briefly the day before. It has a lovely beach, the Mediterranean, sun - what more can one want? I had had the foresight to bring my swimsuit and Keith his trunks and before we knew where we were, there we were - on the beach sunbathing, in the sea, swimming, generally relaxing and having a great time!
After a couple of hours, we realised what a terrible waste of a day this was and set off to find a shady, riverside spot in which to have our picnic lunch - Baguette, French cheese, fruit......very native! Unfortunately, we then found ourselves succumbing to temptation once again, this time at another little beach just outside Serignan itself. I spent more time sunbathing this time as the waves were a bit rough and Keith had the temerity to splash me (I love swimming as long as I don't have to get my face wet!) He, on the other hand, amused himself snorkelling and
stayed in the water for ages. As I write this, he is out for the count, snoring gently, exhausted with all the physical exertion. Men! They just can't hack it, can they? :)
P.S. Have spent the whole evening trying to post this! Blogger seems to have been most unco-operative this evening!