I was feeling much better today, but Mike is now a snotty mess. We left our lovely forest camp fairly early and headed towards Europe’s largest sand dune. Somehow, completely by accident, we found the back way in. We ended up on a quiet residential street with a little gate leading straight onto the dune.

We climbed about halfway up and could see a long trail of people marching along the ridge at the top, looking like tiny ants in the distance. We’d already been to the top before, so decided we didn’t need to join the procession this time.

As we drove past the main entrance later, there were hundreds of cars lined up and a huge paid car park packed with people. We were very glad we’d stumbled across the sneaky local entrance instead.

Then I finally found somewhere to have my moules frites (mussels and chips). The restaurant was right by the beach overlooking the ocean, which made it even better. We ordered one pot of moules to share, but when the waiter brought them out, they’d split it into two smaller pots so we could each have our own. I thought that was really sweet. Even then, I still couldn’t finish mine.

After lunch we continued down the coast and eventually stopped in Biscarrosse, where there’s a free car park in town just for RVs.

By tea time we were still full from our late lunch, so dinner ended up being mango and yoghurt.