For She The Sea: France

A Winter Escape // Return To The Slopes.

We woke the next morning, still tired but the excitement of what the day held in store for us, soon vanquished any feelings of tiredness. We washed and dressed in our thermals as quickly as possible and stumbled out of our creaky bedroom doors over to the lounge/dining area where the chalet hosts had laid a table of tea, croissant, jam, basically everything you could wish for for your first taste of a French mountain breakfast.

A Very Happy Matty At The Breakfast Table

A Winter Escape // Journey To The Mountains

This was the first time in... 12 years (YIKES!) that I had been skiing.

Since moving to Cornwall the idea of escaping the Cornish winter to umm, colder climes, just hasn't really appealed to me that much. The thought of basking in tropical sunshine, frolicking in warm water and surfing clean, reeling waves appealed to my senses so much more.

Waking Up In Biscarosse

The next morning we woke with the sunrise, albeit a bit of a cloudy one. I opened the van to the sight of the pine trees towering overhead.

The aire de camping was busy but there were only a few campers up and ready and taking their first sip of coffee in the dewy morning.

Our first evening in St Tropez was basically filled with window shopping, ogling at Dolce and Gabbana and drooling past countless patisseries and cafes.

After our two days in Monte Carlo we travelled in style over to St Tropez via helicopter, courtesy of Heli-Air. Is there any other way to travel? Definitely not. I think I need a heli pad in the garden now… in Newquay, but of course!

This was my first time down to the south west coast of France, and what better way to begin the luxurious adventure than with a couple of nights in Monte Carlo; tax evaders haven and favourite hangout of the rich and glamorous.