Whilst my itinerary stated that we would be staying in Perpignan these past few days, it hasn’t really featured very much. We have actually been staying in a rather lovely camp-site at Canet-en-Rousillion, operated by Yelloh! Now, for some, this would be far too sanitised, but my slaves have been cock-a-hoop about the hot water, clean facilities and cheap plonk available on tap in la cave aux vins! My priority has been the proximity of the chien-friendly beach and my chance to build bridges with our continental brethren. One thing am unsure that the EU has cracked is the encouraging of socialisation for furry creatures, and the picking up of their deposits… ugh! A woman from GB made a beeline-line for me with Tilly the Yorkie-Poo, like a heat seeking missile (perhaps too topical), as we strolled towards the beautiful town of Collioure.

Catalan fishing boats in Collioure

Getting better at these selfies???

We had a lovely day out, visiting Ceret first, where MN went to a modern art gallery and showed MJ photos of messy picture by Picasso, Chagall,Dufy, and Dali. We then we all shared a single burger (!) for lunch before a scenic drive through hills of vineyards back to the coast to Collioure. Less successful was the day out to Perpignan and Canet Plage – boring, no ball, no food, not bothered…
I have also been invited to stay with my new BFF, Bruno, who lives near Düsseldorf. He lives with an older Sisfur, Enny, an Australian Shepherd dog, so having some bruvver time suited him, just fine. Sometimes, too fine, but we won’t go into that…!!!!!!

Me leading the pack of Bruno, Enny and Percy (being cuddled)

It would also seem that camping has facilitated the loss of dignity of my slaves…not a second thought to socks and sandals, un-brushed hair nor ill-matching robes. But the ultimate embarrassment has been the trips to the gym, normal and aqua; aqua-biking -cycling.in.water….I ask you… Thankfully, the first attempt at Zumba was rained off – thank heavens for small mercies, as they intended to make me stay and watch them! At least the other times I have remained in the tent, slumbering or musing on my next literary instalment…bliss!

Resting in between Aquabike and Aqua-gym

Noodles for breakfast!

So beach life suits me – early to bed (although not sure the 3cm camping mats are up to scratch) and late to rise…….not sure why they think we need to move on to Bordeaux!

Surfer dude!

Not happening!

Happy? Moi?.