Day 22 - Cooking Chipolatas

At 5am my bladder forced me out of bed. As I was weeing in a bush I looked up into the darkness to see two of the brightest stars I had ever seen.

I got back into my sleeping pod, activated my Night Sky app which revealed I had apparently been looking at Uranus and Venus. (I could make a comment about bare backsides and being on all fours, but I’m above that sort of cheap humour!)

I later read that while Brittany doesn't have designated Dark Sky Reserves, coastal areas and inland locations with minimal light pollution offer good stargazing conditions.

The weather forecast on our Apple products predicted the weather to be just 20*C, but windy all day thus feeling like 17*C. Our plan was to have a day out in the car to explore the region. Jackie got herself all made up, presumably in just 20 minutes.

We had a healthy breakfast consisting of toast, yoghurt and a banana. I then had a Geopolitics chat with our German neighbour, who Jackie has decided is called Bernhardt. I could vent at this point, but it is not the time place!

It was nearly midday, the sky was now totally cloudless and the so-called winds were nothing more than a breeze. I floated the idea of going to the beach until (if) the weather changed for the worst. Jackie was initially not-best pleased having spent the last 20 minutes (and absolutely no more) on her hair and makeup., but she agreed with my logic.

We drove to the empty beach car park and abandoned our car. On the approach to the beach for the first time we took the time to read the beach rules. It included ‘Naturism Forbidden’ and some information about the vulnerable nesting Kentish Plover.

We returned to our usual spot and set out our stuff. There was negligible wind, the sun was beating down and there was not a person in sight. The rebel in me won over and I took the plunge and went ‘au naturel’. Jackie kept her bottoms on. Prude!

If you’ve never done it before, it is very liberating to let it all hang out. To keep things relatively PG and hopefully not get arrested by a load of gun toting gendarmes, I had my sarong between my legs ready to hide my modesty.

The weather turned out to be the very best day so far. As the day went on more and more people arrived at the beach, but still a long way from us.

As and when anyone did take the trouble to walk along the beach past us, I pulled my sarong up to cover my assets. I had visions of myself looking like Johnny Weissmuller in a loincloth, whereas Jackie thought I looked more like George Dawes (Matt Lucas) in a nappy!

We left the beach fully dressed around 6pm. Today which had been a good day, turned out to be an even better day, when I learnt that John Torode had been sacked by the BBC.

How can someone who cannot pronounce pasta or yoghurt be a chef/food critic on a British Cooking TV programme. Secondly, having worked with Greg Wallace for nearly 20 years, he disgracefully denied knowledge of and feigned shock at Wallace’s behaviour.

Back at camp Jackie cooked up chipolatas with mashed potato, peas and carrots. It was to die for, possibly the best meal of the entire trip. It was the fried onions and balsamic glaze that gave it that ‘je ne sais quoi’.

I HAVE JUST FOUND a candidate for John Torode’s replacement on Masterchef!

We had a couple of glasses of wine to end the evening and had yet another early night.

Song of the Day - Rebel Without a Brain by Theatre of Hate.Weiterlesen