We arrived in Port Grimaud meeting up with the Nickolls and Hennessey families in bright sunny weather that would last the whole 11 days of our stay. Lenka and Matthew had not been so lucky, prior to our arrival the whole campsite was flooded with the precious M3 getting submerged to its wheel arches, several days of sponging and drying made the car road worthy once again for cruising the streets of St Tropez.
After a day or so of lounging around and flopping on the beach the boys decided to head for the hills on the bikes for what turned out to be a mega 40 mile mountain biking route through spectacular scenery testing our endurance and equipment to the limit.
The girls also took to the road cycling into St Tropez meeting up with myself, Matthew and Charlotte off the ferry which landed in the incredibly busy harbour with the annual sailing regatta on. Some amazing boats were on display and the town was buzzing with glitz and glam.
We made our usual efforts to strengthen diplomatic ties with our European neighbours, however, Swiss relations are at an all time low following an incident one night when we were (quite responsibly) drinking and chatting on M & L’s balcony, the 80 year old Swiss lady next door came out and shouted across the courtyard “Now is not ze time for speak” despite the fact it was only 9.30pm and we were only barely above a whisper!
We are now headed west to the Camargue and beyond to the Pyrenees.