|Camping Pyla certainly does not misrepresent itself as being convenient for visiting the dune...|
We have been here before, Laura was a toddler, so we guess it was the summer of 1997. What struck us is how different visiting places as a family was compared to travelling as a couple. I remember standing on the top of the dune watching distant thunder and lightning roll across the pine forest, then a veil of rain sweeping towards us. We made a swift exit. I recall racing Matthew down the slope in a series of giant bunny hops. The small model fishing boat he bought with his holiday money in the tacky tourist shop by the car park still sits on the shelves by his bed at home, though these days the room is only occupied for a few days in the year.
|It is an awe inspiring sight.|
|Gill, near the top...full of awe.|
|A refugee camp... really?|
|A very lactose heavy lunch as we attempt to eat the contents of the failing fridge.|