St-Nicolas-des-Eaux – Les Pieux (Normandy)
lots of km
Today is the last day with Argo in water, also not quiet the last day of the holiday. When we planned the holiday we decided to book three nights on a nice campsite by the beach to please the child. All that is kind of wasted, as the child, as always, loves being on a boat and is therefore quiet ambivalent to the prospect of a beach holiday. As a parent you cannot win.
So at least I don’t want to spare you the last boating pictures.
Idyllic, isn’t it? But this has to end. Sharp 9.00 we lock up through ecluse St-Nicolas, as the slipway is above the lock. An hour later the boat is on the trailer, mast and auxiliary outboard removed and everything brought to a roadworthy state, or so we hope. We wave farewell to the lovely french couple and this friendly place and start our journey towards Les Pieux. The road trip is mostly uneventful but quiet a drag, as it is another hot day.
Late afternoon we reach the campsite Le Grand Large. I am quiet happy, that I have booked upfront. Also the receptionist is very friendly her jaw drops as she looks outside and sees what she has never seen before. The boss is called and he asks if I have a remote control. Asks me: “For what?”. Says he: “For the trailer.” I’m puzzled. It turns out that the world has changed since I last went camping in anger. Practically all of the Tupperware on this campsite can be propelled remotely controlled by electric motors. So the owners of the planet eating 4x4s and their monstrous caravans never needed to learn how to drive. All my life I have suspected something along that line and so I’m quiet pleased that I finally got to the bottom of it.
Now watch landlubbers how it it is done old-school. Without going too much into detail, its suffice to say that we managed to park up without causing an unduly amount of havoc. Camping. On the beach. My ass.
But it must be said that the camp site deserves every single of its 5 stars. The facilities are all quiet new and absolutely spotless, there are two swimming pools, play ground, bouncing castle and the crew are still friendly after all. And they better be, as Argo and here crew very much add to the attractions of the campsite. Within the hour every single soul has turned up to stare at, film or photograph that thing that stands out between their manicured, polished, bank-owned mega-caravans like a wart. I start liking that camping idea.
We are happy to integrate with the locals and therefore do what we are supposed to do. Swimming in the pool, having a beer at the bar, having a BBQ and looking at the sunset, having a few sun-downers (before, while, after), having another beer at the bar. It really is nice. Kind of.