We walked along the cliff path to Collioure. An ‘Okey’ (icecream in Mick pikey talk) and Moules Frites later in the lovely town, we trundled back for a swim.
Sooty was told off yet again by a sweetheart pool attendant. In fact we all were. Because we were wearing swimming shorts! Not allowed apparently – no idea why. So I gestured my underpants at the pool attendant and she gave a dismissive ‘yes, yes, yes, thats fine’ kind of offering. So I jumped in wearing said pants, Mick did the same with his and Sooty had to go back and get his Superman pants! Hilarious.
All good fun.