Day 28 - Kentish Plover

Woke up at 3.30am to sound of screaming babies. We had a young German couple turn up yesterday with a pair of twin boys aged about 2 and a baby. Having woken up, my bladder insisted I get out of bed.

We got up at 8am to the news by email that during the early hours I had burnt through 50%, then 70% of my 20gb that I had only purchased less than 24 hours ago. Using my superior technical know how, I established that I had now used up 17.02gb, but virtually all was via my personal hotspot. I just can’t understand this, maybe the whole campsite is now using my Wi-Fi. I’ve turned off hotspot on my phone and turned off Wi-Fi on my iPad. I later bought another 10gb, but enough of the technicals.

The weather forecast was for wind all day, partly cloudy with gusts up to 33mph. Jackie made the decision to hang around camp and sunbathe when possible. We set up double camp chairs to make virtual sun beds, which were comfortable enough, but not very practical.

In a moment of carefree abandonment we ordered a couple of reclining camping chairs on Amazon which are being delivered to our home tomorrow, which is really handy because we will still be in France!

After a lunch of fruit and yoghurt and a few games of Chinese Chequers we headed to Lidl. We purchased another 24 bottles of wine taking us up to our full customs allowance. We then went to Super U for baguettes, pâté etc. At first we were cursing because there were no baguettes on display, but then Jackie espied trays of them coming out of the oven in the back room. After a short wait we became the proud owners of 2 freshly baked warm baguettes.

We refuelled, then went back to camp for a siesta in the late afternoon sun. Around this time I started thinking for some reason about the little Kentish Plover that nests on beaches making them vulnerable little creatures. I had seen them at low tide hopping around on the exposed rocks, but not taken a photo of them.

At 6.30pm I decided I would return to the beach and get some wonderful photographs of the Kentish Plovers. I marched down to the beach under yet another rain shower to discover that the tide was not yet sufficiently low to expose the rocks. I walked up and down the beach, but not a single Kentish Plover graced me with their presence.

The only thing to report from my beach excursion was that the beach was now littered with large chunks of seaweed presumably washed up during the recent stormy weather.

I returned to camp defeated, where we had a feast of baguette, pâté and seafood for Jackie. We also drank one of our Lidl bottles of wine, meaning we are now short of our full allowance!

We had 3 more games of Chinese Chequers, which I won, then called it a night.

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