Sweaty as fuck

I'm sweaty as fuck, I've got mosquito bites on both ankles, I've been wearing the same clothes for 24 hours, I'm an hour's walk from the van and it's started to rain.

I love this holiday already.

All the best holidays start like this, including the year the coach dropped us of in Halkidiki and within 30 minutes we'd both stood on sea urchins.

I know is going to get better because our first campsite, home for four nights, is in a fabulous location on the beach and yet in an uncrowded and unspoiled area of the island. There are woods all around and hundreds of walking and cycling opportunities.

We'll not be walking and cycling if the weather improves, mind you. We'll be laying on the beach.

But, sun or rain, I know I'm going to enjoy the Île d'Oléron.

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