Friday 5th July 2013
I got up much earlier than Peanut had my bowl of fruit and fibre and updated the holiday blog. After this tea in bed was served to Lady P and another lazy hour was spent in bed because finally, I was on to a good holiday read. Dan Turgid Brown’s Inferno was well behind me now … Hang on a minute this was what I did on Thursday Morning is this the film Groundhog Day turned into reality and I am now in an unending loop of getting up and doing the same things each day?
No, your on holiday, taking it easy and not doing much of anything. Fair enough I thought so I carried on in the loop. We went to the pool and I checked out the totty count. It was still good. Then we got talking to some Danes who had an apartment here too and for some reason I began to think about Vikings and I realised I had forgot my schoolboy history, as I wasn’t sure where they came from exactly. Were they Norwegian? Were they Danes? I could not believe that I did not know. I asked Peanut – she would know, she did Latin and everything at school – but no she wasn’t sure either. I felt kind of disorientated talking to this family now, as I wasn’t sure if they might be descendants of Vikings or not. On balance, I decided that they must be because a silver Viking helmet with a few silver horns sticking out either side would definitely have looked right on the guy’s head. He went on to say he had another daughter in Manchester, not from this marriage, she was grown up now she was 28. That’s it I thought he was a Viking – as a young man he had invaded England raping and pillaging along the way – here was clear evidence to prove my case, in the form of a daughter with an English woman. Anyway, he seemed a friendly enough Viking and the daughters he had with him had upped the totty count by two!
Quite enough excitement for one morning, back to the apartment for a salad lunch, a circle of eggs and tomatoes with dressed green salad in the middle, laced with very thin rings of ham and tiny cubes of strong blue cheese. Very tasty, so I treated myself to a glass of rosé for good measure.
After lunch we headed to the beach at Gigaro. In terms of beaches we have four that we like to visit. L’Escalet and Canoubiers, which I have written about in this diary, our local beach which we walk to at Marines de Gassin and Gigaro. To get to Gigaro, you head out on the Gassin road from the La Foux roundabout where Geant lives. This is the D559 and you go to La Croix Valmer and take the third exit at the second roundabout, signposted Gigaro. This is a lovely beach and we always go to the far end, where it resembles a small cove rather than a long golden beach and it looks out onto the Porquerolles directly in front of you. It is all very picturesque and while a boat does not come in from the sea to sell you ice cream, there is a man who patrols the beach pulling a cart with big soft tyres to help it through the sand. Today the sea was as flat as the proverbial millpond when we arrived but three hours later there were a few waves kicking around to add to the fun.
Mrs P excelled again as she managed a small swim in the water, even in the choppy conditions. To be clear here, she always gets in the sea, she loves it, but usually with her trusty long polystyrene tube to keep her afloat, so when I say swimming, I mean proper unaided actual swimming, so I feel very proud of her. We should stay late on the beach really. We left at 5.30 and some people were only just arriving and it was still full of people. It must be lovely as the sting leaves the sun a little but the sea stays warm and I felt envious of the ones arriving as we left. But we had got into our routine so home it was with no traffic to worry about approaching the La Foux roundabout from the Gassin road.
We showered and read before dinner. Jack Reacher in The Enemy, is still good (thank you Dealmaker for lending us your copy) and so we had a late dinner of salmon steaks from the barbie with rice and ratatouille, some nice cakes and some cheese and crackers. Hmmm, Peanut said today by the pool that my scar on my tummy looks like it has stretched, I said it was because the operation was done twice but, oh dear perhaps it’s too much cheese!
Saturday is our last day before we drive home Saturday Night and Sunday, but we will end this holiday diary with this blog. It’s been another great holiday!