never pass a pisser, never trust a fart, never waste a stiffy.
Not good. Functional only! Oh well, put up and shut up I guess. Took some photos of the other ‘residents’.
The water they sell in the bar!
The ladies. Note the door wedge.
Gents with another suitable but effective door wedge. You know when someone is in there at least. The door swings open!
Hill Billy shack.
A selection of other ‘units’!
French Friendship Practice.
Even had our own toilets. Guess which is Sooty’s?
Big waves hitting the sea walkway. Come on then!
Sooty after a swim and a shower!
…and his Henry Cole impression. Goaty or not.
Selfie with the bandana Mick bought for me. Well, I borrowed the money to buy it but I don’t obviously intend to actually pay him back of course.
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.
Next to our pitch is a French chap with a Triumph on the back of a motorhome, the same as Sooty’s. Also a trailer to carry it on. Spent the past 2 years travelling around Europe. 8000 kms last year. 6k so far this year. Sounds like he’s got the right idea. Just needs a KTM instead!
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