Monday evening. As we strolled through the town of Le Crotoy, which is full of restaurants, all we saw were closed shutters and signs saying ‘FERME’. Our spirits dipped and we thought we’d end up going back to the van for cheese and a baguette until, joy of joys, at the very end of the high street we saw flashing lights and a very welcoming ‘OUVERT’ sign.
We’d eaten at Le Mascaret a few years ago and knew the food was fabulous - they happily let Hugo in and he didn’t even attack the waiter. Seafood beckoned. Scallops, prawns, and a couple of french desserts hit the spot. On the way back to the van we marvelled at the stylish (of course) French Christmas lights by the harbour.
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| It’s looking at me |
We walked Hugo down to the bay this morning and were greeted by a very flat penguin. I stupidly thought it had been run over before I realised it was a cardboard cutout of an oyster catcher. I must work on my bird identification skills.
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| Flat out |
