Pointe de Carro, the Med!January 24 in France ⋅ 🌬 6 °C
We've reached the Mediterranean Sea! Parked to the west of Marseilles, at Carro Harbour, we have 270° views of the deep blue water as the sun shines brightly from the south, turning the surface to a blinding, shimmering silver. However, we aren't donning our flip flops and swimwear just yet; the famed Mistral wind slams into the side of the van at 30mph and we fully agree with the weather forecast; that icy blasts give the air a real feel of 0°C or less. Nonetheless we are stuck out at the front of the motorhome aire, nearest the water, while all 6 of the other motorhomes shelter in the shade of a building near the entrance. We've paid €7 to be here and we are going to revel in the sight of the white horses rolling in as the gusts whip dark shadows out to sea!
Will braved the winter air for an admirable period, finding a sunny spot on the rocks near the harbour entrance, from which to cast his fishing line. He picked up some of the litter strewn around, probably blown by the wind. Soon he was joined by two old, dark tortoiseshell cats, their fur fluffed up against the cold and no doubt waiting in hopeful anticipation of a few fish flung their way. No such luck this time kitties!
Carro is one of the best spots for wave kite surfing in the south of France, but the offshore winds and lack of a beach make it dangerous. Nobody surfed while we were there, but there were a couple of swimmers in thick wetsuits towing orange buoys and another in a swimsuit. It was probably warmer in the water than it was on land but neither of us plucked up the courage to test the temperature. The Mistral felt arctic, in fact it felt colder than when we were actually in the arctic in summer 2017! It put us off going into town to explore; we felt a lot happier watching the scene from within the van, whose heater and batteries were working double time to keep us warm! On our drive through we got the feeling the place was doing well catering to tourists with artisan boulangers and tastefully attired restaurants. No sign of tacky souvenir shops, but then it is still January!
Sunset over the sea burnished a few low whisps of cloud and backlit the spray as it was blown from the top of breakers rolling into the rocky shore. Neither of us got much sleep overnight as the van was in constant motion, being blasted by the wind. Roof vents rattled and the lids of the aire's large wheelie bins banged with every gust. Still, we got to wake up to a gorgeous dawn, the huge, almost cerise sun, speedily emerging from behind a headland over the sea. It was worth one sleepless night!Read more