Sunday, 18 October 2009

On a frosty Friday morning ...

... minus five in parts of the Landes, Tod, Vita and I headed south west for Saint-Jean-de-Luz and the sea.

We arrived bang on time for lunch, tucked ourselves into a sunny corner of a restaurant terrace, snuggled into our puffa jackets, people watched and ate crispy fried cod with a sweet pepper sauce.

Post-lunch we wandered along the front but although they can sit in restaurants, dogs are strictly not allowed on the beach. We thought we'd try our luck further south but sadly Hendaye was the same. So we watched the few hardy surfers braving the sharp wind, Vita peered over the promenade wall looking for something to chase and we decided next time we'd choose a more remote location where she could safely be let loose to get her paws wet.

In the late afternoon, as we contentedly drove home, the car thermometer just crept into double figures.

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