We walked half a kilometre or so to the beach, it was exactly as I recalled it, though emptier and more windswept than in August 1982. No families on the sand, but a couple of surfers braving the swell. The half buried bunkers were more graffiti daubed than ever. Beyond them, couched behind a single blue striped windbreak a couple stretched out sunbathing, one textile, the other bare.
I think le Gurp remains a laid back, left-field sort of place. When we woke this morning the two cycle tourists camped next to us were meditating outside of their tents, the Dutch woman from the elderly Hymer up the road doing her yoga.
It's easy to be cynical, but surely a respect for others, yourself and the planet has got to be a better alternative than the options on offer right now from from most of the West's leaders. A single glance at the BBC News app and I was ready to join my fellow travellers for a quick Surya Namaskar in the forest.