31/05/2010
Nothing particularly exciting about this place. Really just a place to stop for the night. Driving here was not particularly fun as it was high winds all of the way. You really feel the crosswinds in a vehicle like Skippy and it takes a lot of concentration not to get pushed into the next lane or into a barrier. The campsite is a bit creepy. I think we are the only people staying here who are under the age of 60 and not a couple who are blood related. (NB. Catherine's subsequent impression of a French redneck is brilliant. Make sure you ask her to do it for you). It's also a bit tired and crappy but apparently warrants security guards dressed in black wandering around the grounds. We took a short walk on the beach but just got sand blasted into our faces by the winds.
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