With the Quiksilver and Roxy Pro on over at Hossegor this past week, I couldn't help but feel a little pang of jealousy of those over there. I've been back only a week... Actually maybe 2 now? Anyway, regardless, those beach breaks are calling me, (not the 6ft heavy bombs, just the 2-3ft beachies ha!) just one more surf in my summer suit, followed by crawling back onto the beach with spaghetti arms and the biggest grin on my face. Followed by an afternoon of lazing in that autumn sunshine whilst munching on picnic goodies. I can't complain too much, seeing as the weather and surf have actually been pretty fun back at home, but still. I'm just saying, I absolutely loved France!
A camping holiday is amazing, you have the freedom to go wherever you want, whenever you want. No hotel check in and out times, no one watching your every move, just you and the nature around you.
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| On the night ferry from Plymouth to Roscoff |