Weather: Still wall-to-wall sunshine. 16 degree max today, which feels pleasantly warm when out of the wind.
We were minutes away from setting out for lunch today when I heard Bertie's fridge fire up on gas. That shouldn't happen, as he's plugged into the mains, and a quick glance at his control panel confirmed that he no longer had electricity. It was soon confirmed that our neighbours also had no power, and after a bit of faffing with the control panel in the hook up cabinet, Mick went off to reception to report the issue.
It turned out that one of our neighbours was not just tripping the local cabinet, but blowing the power for the whole site*. All of the faffing delayed our departure by about half an hour.
Even so, we stuck with the plan and rather than walking 3km down the road, we walked 8.5km with 325m of ascent through the hills. Quite an appetite had been built up by the time we got to our lunch establishment (the same one as last Friday), and thus my plan to only have a main course morphed into having the Menu del Dia.
Snaps from our walk to lunch
We went sharsies on the first courses - so fried anchovy & salad
Not sure this snap does justice to how big these portions were. I was defeated, although...
I still managed to find room for a flan for pudding (I would say 'washed down' with a coffee, but as I went for an espresso, that may be something of an exaggeration).
We returned to Bertie via a more direct route than the outward leg, but not the most direct. Only the final stretch was on a road, where we passed a number of other people. The standard greeting hereabouts seems to be 'bonjour' mainly because most people you pass are French, and seem to assume that everyone else is. One couple must have been somewhat amused by Mick's response today when he got a bit confused within the right language (it's pretty standard for one of us to just get the wrong language) and responded to 'bonjour' with 'au revoir'. (I don't know quite why I found it quite so hilarious, but I was crying with laughter and am still tittering as I write this).
(*That neighbour had, curiously, moved pitch this morning from opposite us to next to us - I wonder if they did that because they'd started to have an electrical problem over there and thought it was the hook up point, rather than their equipment? They also, curiously, opted to park with their door right on the demarcation line between their pitch and the next, leaving all the spare room on the pitch on the non-door side. Fortunately, when I say they were our neighbour, there was at the time, a spare space between us and them (since taken), so it wasn't going to be our pitch that they stepped onto every time they exited/entered their van.)
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