We had tossed up whether to stay or leave for most of the morning as the weather was cloudy with some heavyish showers passing over, but eventually we packed up near lunch time, deciding to move on at least a few miles. After a leisurely pootle along the beaches and waterfront paths out of Andernos we got back on the piste cyclables to head South, then West around the Bassin. We stopped for lunch by a high water tower which was an unusual feature on the piste and a tiny frog posed for some macro shots on Kez’s arm. As we began the Westerly leg along the Southern shore of the Bassin the weather turned against us and showered heavily while we tried to find a reasonably priced site. We headed for a municipal situated next to a beach at Gujan, found the entrance, booked in, set up, then realised the municipal was actually a seperate site across the track and over the fence, with fewer children and nicer pitches. A swiss chap called Michael had made the same mistake but neither of us was inclined to move and on investigation we found the price to be similar anyway. Michael had three months to travel and had come from Luzern in his small car with a tent and was meeting a friend arriving by train tomorrow. Michael had done a lot of travelling in Australia and an Aussie twang was detectable in his excellent English. Children ran around the pitches and soon after we’d finished a dinner of bolognaise a disco kicked off at the end of the camp site playing Abba, Grease medleys and a lot of Boney M at great volume. We rolled our eyes at Michael who was bravely trying to read a book as a woman started karaokeing traditional French folk songs, we gave up and zipped in for the night.