Day 12.
Saturday 10th June 2017. Mileage:
0000 Total: 402
From: La
Tranche sur Mer To:
La Tranche sur Mer
Weather: Hot sunny.
We wake early at 0745hrs. If
that can be considered early. I think it was the thought of the police knocking
on the door for their dues and catching us still asleep. We drew the blinds and
on the other side of the “square” we could see the Germans were already up, sat
out and having breakfast. Rather unkindly I thought, Jackie muttered something
about them already having been down to the beach and staked out the good spots
with their towels. The beach runs for hundreds of miles they can’t have bagged
‘em all surely?
As we finished breakfast the “Old
Bill” arrived. The fella took one look at the registration and said something
to his female colleague. There was a bit of gesticulating twixt the two and he
lost the toss. I jumped outside to meet and greet. We handed over E10 to cover
last night and tonight. I also managed to confirm that as this was the low
season we would be ok to stay virtually as long as we wanted. That was a relief
as we hoped we might stay on for a few more days and soak up some sun. His
female colleague issued us with receipts which we promptly placed in the
windscreen.
We need more rations. Off come
the bikes and we empty out our two bergans. Twenty minutes later we are in
Super U shopping. Firstly, we visit the sports section then the food store to
buy fresh. Being a Saturday, the store was rammed, as the youngsters now say.
Instead of pushing the trolley up and down each isle we parked up and I was
given instructions to stay where I was. Jackie went off up another isle
collecting rats. We had all but finished. All the essentials were loaded into
our trolley. Gin, Tonic, Beer, Wine, Pasta and Salad. Waiting for Jackie to pick up a large punnet
of ‘Friase’, my eye was caught, a few aisles over, by some fresh
Bruschetta. That might well work, I
thought and wandered over leaving the trolley in situ. Too much of a selection, what shall I chose? I picked
up one, undecided I put it back and then picked up another, all looked delicious. Jackie was suddenly by my side. “What are you
doing”? “I'm organising lunch” I said
proudly. My stature rose as the words
were spoken. “Very good, but where's the
trolley” she questioned. In all my years,
I've never had a trolley nicked from me inside the store. Well, not a full one. We
walked up and down all the aisles. Could
we find it ? No. “We’ll have to start
over again” I was told. I didn’t think I
said anything, but I will admit a small groan may have escaped my lips. “What
was that” Somebody nearby who spoke
English asked “I left you in charge of the trolley, you lost it”.
“I didn’t lose it, it was
stolen”. “How can you steal a trolley
before it goes through the checkout” ? I
managed a feeble “dunno”. Resigned to
starting over, we turned the last aisle by the entrance about to collect
another trolley, when lo and behold, there it was. Joy of Joys.
“You queue there with the trolley.
Do not move from the spot. Ill
get the Brushetta”.
We paid, loaded the Bergans,
taking extra care of Jackie's strawberries and my Doritos, jumped aboard the
bikes and we were back offloading the rations in twenty minutes. A quick grill of the Brushetta and we were on
the beach by 13:00 hrs until 17:30.
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