Day 32 - Greedy Pigs

At 2.20am, Jackie woke me to say she could hear snuffling outside. There was also a bit of crashing and banging, so it didn’t take a skilled detective to work out what was happening. The wild pigs were attacking our rubbish bag that was hanging off the floor.

I bravely tried to shoo them away from the safety of our tent, but they blatantly ignored me. I zipped open our front door, stuck my head out and again shooed them with the same result. There was nothing for it but to don my pants and crocs and run at them. Luckily this possibly hideous sight did the trick and they scarpered through the hedge into the next pitch.

I took a quick photo of the carnage and crept back to bed. It was a fitful night from there on in, imagining the worst, that they had eaten through everything and anything that we had left out, including our electric toothbrush and toothpaste.

At 7.30am, we got up and inspected the mess. The rubbish bag had been shredded and its contents littered on the floor. It could have been a lot worse, apart from having a rummage through the washing up bowl of crockery, they seemed to have ignored everything else. Maybe my heroic actions had saved the day!

Jackie made me scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast, whilst she made herself an omelette, which most people will know is a totally different egg dish. After making sure that we had absolutely everything we needed for the beach, we headed out for the day.

It was an extremely hot day with barely a wispy cloud to be seen to provide some respite from the sun. Jackie complained that it was too hot, but we were not budging because we only had a further 3 days to top up the tan.

It was much busier on the beach today for some inexplicable reason. We didn’t leave the beach until gone 6pm feeling absolutely drained, which we put down to too much sun and a lack of food, just a couple of slices of melon and 1.5 litres of wine for lunch.

We had a quick shower and went straight back down to the beach to a little restaurant which had good reviews and we liked the look of called Les 3 Galets. In the beach car park we found an equestrian van with a horse poking his head out a window. Nearby I spotted one of those pesky wild pigs. I took photos of both - the pig being another master class in wildlife photography.

In the restaurant, Jackie ordered Moules à la crème with frittes and I had the indulgent Linguine with truffle cream and burrata. At first mine didn’t look like there was much, but it turned out to be a never ending bucket of loveliness mopped up with 3 bread rolls. It was all washed down with a bottle of white and a litre of sparkling water.

We waddled back to camp and fell into bed straightaway around 10pm. We didn’t even have the energy for a nightcap. Before we got off to sleep, the pigs arrived. We heard them snuffling and squealing as people shooed them away.

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