It had rained a lot during the night and because the litre and a half of red wine I’d hidden in my stomach the night before had made me careless about checking the flysheet some dampness had got in. We cheered ourselves up of a breakfast treat of bacon and scrambled eggs while Michael and his friend packed up, planning to drive to Biarritz. Washing and chores took up the rest of the grey morning but a bottle of nice Bordeaux wine from the camp office went down well with lunch. We walked along the beach watching kite surfers enjoying the windy day and a few brave sun bathers tucked behind flapping wind breaks or tussocks of grass in the dunes, making the most of the scarce rays of sun. Another bottle from a local chateau accompanied a rather nice ratatouille with lardons that Kez cooked for dinner before we strolled round the small local port choosing which of the yachts we might buy for a round the world voyage of the future.