Fort-Mahon-Plage

After breakfast they meks sure we con get off the aire what with all the partyin last night and yep not a thing out of place, yu wunt ave known anything had bin goin on, the Frenchies must have got up early to tidy away.
Any rowd up weem on the move agin to the final destination, not countdown Mark, that's a song.
Weem goin to Fort-Mahon-Plage, it's in between out first and second nights stops. A little town with a beach and sand dunes.
We starts by goin uver the hump backed suspension bridge, that was a sight, before hitting the motorway. Its a good journey and the miles soon pass by. We hits the town but oh oh, Deviation on the rowd we needs tu gu up but it's okay we gus round the back street un gets us to the aire, looks like weem just in time as its filling up quickly, well it would, it's Sunday, the sun's out un weem by the seaside, what more cud you want, oh yes a ruddy great flea market all the way up the High Street, hence the deviation.
Well of course thems gotta check out the market, both sides of the only main high Street for at least quarter of a mile, I've never sin so much tat. His mate Kev loves a market (not) he would have loved telling the Frenchies to bog off, yow cor ave it for 20 cents! They does well un keeps their hands in the pockets, the unny time er got excited was when her found a load of Tupperware, she's got quite a bit of what was there including the jelly mould used each Christmas for the Ice Cream Christmas Pudding.
They strolls down to the beach checking out the restaurant's as they go looking for somewhere for tomorrow's lunch then back hum to watch sun go down on the last night of holiday.Read more