If it wasn’t so windy we might find the heat oppressive. After a glorious stay in Bouzigues swimming 3 or 4 times a day we are back in Marseillan before the last leg up the canal. The seagulls here are far noisier and more voracious that anywhere else, I saw one have a go at the little dog who was encroaching on its territory with something disgusting looking.
The night Capitaine arrived last late night and banged on the door to check we had paid out port fees, he was very chatty, full of stories of boats who don’t pay and obviously enjoys his evening guardianship of the port, The boat next door has two unrully dogs who charge ashore to have a go at any dog they don’t like the look of especially if it is on a lead. The port is very quiet and we wonder whether the strong winds or high port fees are keeping visitors away.
The flowering giant pots are looking magnificent. I have never seen such stunning heliotrope and cleome, quite inspirational. We wen to the local artists and artisans’ display in a beautiful garden yesterday. The garden was very picturesque and restful and the art was generally uninspiring. A group of minstrels in traditional costume walked around the town with drums to lead people to the venue.
I have at last caught up with washing sheets and towels, Simon has done heaps of painting varnishing and tomorrow we go in search of a replacement bilge pump and the re-welding of the Captain’s seat to it can be re-assembled.
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