La Flotte

Weem moving on agin tuday, cor blimey what I'd do fur a rest. Not far, weem unny goin tu La Flotte, via the Intermache for a stock up.
We park up on a car park just outside the town, he's read about it on one of the camping sites, half of the spaces ave bin took up by the wagons used by the men widening the road un we get the last spot.
Off they gus un leaves me under a pine tree waiting for the cones tu drop on me bonce, hers already picked up 3 or 4, God knows what for..
La Flotte is a bit like Saint- Martin-de-Re unny not as big, un not as busy. It's got a central harbour surrounded by shops, bars un restaurants. The idea is to have lunch, un sos not to miss out, they decide tu find somewhere first. They find a restaurant un asks the waitress for a table, apparently them just in time, she's just putting the closed sign out. It's a busy little place, galletts, creps un the usual mussles.
After a quick deco of the menu, they decide on galletts. Her orders one with mushrooms un bacon, un e wants one with a sausage, plus two bottles of Cadette IPA. Well, the good thing about gallettres, they dow tek long tu cook, un the arrive quite quick. Well, the waitress who took the order spoke good English, but the one who brought the food day. They worked out she said foristaire, which er recognised as hers, wi mushroom, she then mumbled summut in French, they both said sausage, as yu does, un her looked blank un put the plate in front of him. Well, tu say he wore expecting that in un understatement. A gallette, potatoes, lettuce, un some of that raw ham, not a sausage in sight. They both look at each other un laffs, then he said e day think it was right, but he'd eat it. Thems tucking in when original waitress cums up, looks at his plate, looks at her un starts apologising, she said she'd orderd the wrong meal, he said he'd eat it but she said no, her ud get him a new plate. Which she ,did un was an happy bunny, he dow like that raw ham.
After lunch they as a walk round the town with an ice cream, un er buys erself a souvenir salt celler before heading back tu me .
We am moving down tu the end of the island near the bridge to a camping car site at Riverdoux-Plage, it's right by the sea un very poplar, so ers hoping we con get on otherwise it's a rethink. Well would you believe it they as the last spot. Packed in like sardines agin, but it's unny fu the night, un we can see the sea from the winda, unny just.
They gus fur a walk tu the beach, bit scrubby un tides out, so the cross the road un walk a couple of hundred yards un their on the beach on the other side of the island, better beach this side un of course her decides to have another paddle. That's okay but om gunna get sand all uver me floors now. Honestly, they dow care, you know.Read more