Across France to the Med

The forecast for the following week for the whole of the south-west corner of France looked particularly shite so onwards we went to the med. The route up the Garonne valley above Bordeaux was really nice...green fields, vineyards and chateaus. We stopped for the night near Agen at a nice campsite by a watermill. After a bit of chilling out we wandered around to try and find something to occupy ourselves until the evening. The road from the campsite wasn’t very inviting for a run or cycling but luckily there was a small play area out front which had a fairly large trampoline. We spent a good hour or so messing around relearning back flicks and front somersaults and watching the selection of animals the campsite had in a small pen. Six or seven chickens, four goats, two pigs and three giant rabbits seemed to be a particularly good mix to go for and you don’t need that much space.

Driving down through Toulouse and Narbonne the scenery isn’t as nice as the other side, more barren and industrial, Carcassonne looked pretty impressive. I asked Ste if he wanted to stop and take a look but he expressed disinterest unless it was a spot particularly renowned for hotties. Arriving in Leucate the first thing that struck us was the lack of decent wind. Ok so there was a slight breeze but nothing beyond 8 or so mph. A couple of buggiers and landboarders were practicing rolling backwards and forwards at a slow speed but apart from the old guys fishing there was bugger all else going on. We pulled into the camping municipal behind the beach and went for a quick light wind land session, the dry salt beds go on for a good couple of miles and the rock hard surface meant it was easy to get going although a bit slippy at times. After an hour or so of rolling we got bored and went back for food and to watch the bats catching flies as the sun set.

The next day the pattern of windless days continued so we went in search of some wireless internet to check out the forecast. It wasn’t looking good and the signs of no wind frustration started show even more when we saw the forecast for the UK was much better with practically a whole week of perfect wind at the Ho! Ste started to get particularly stroppy and bemoan the lack of hotties, wind, sun and anything to do. We did a little bit of landboarding to pass the time but with barely 6mph of wind it really didn’t hit the spot. Onward to a different campsite for the night in Port Bacares and things started looking grim, we had hoped that there may have been at least one bar showing the France-Ireland rugby, it was Friday after all and we felt we had a earned a night in a bar drinking after all the hard work driving we had done, however it was a desolate ghost town. Very few bars, none of them busy and none of them showing the rugby despite the fact they were hosting the bloody cup. Ste played incessantly on the PSP and we both took to drink to blot out the lack of wind and anything to do.