Self Preservation Society Tour.......day 15 Sitrep
Woke this morning, still overawed by the tactical brilliance of Woy, which meant we were heading south to the French Rivera, instead of rainy Paris (brilliant); unfortunately we had to say goodbye to Villa this morning as Woy's brilliance had wrecked his plans as he did not have the time or funds to be heading to the Deep South. Villa if you ever read this, life is always going to be hard for you as you have a really daft face, but why make it harder on yourself by supporting a team like the Villa????
We clambered into chuckle 1, pointed it south and hit the road, 330 miles to Nice but we had a cunning plan. We stopped off a service station to pick a location where we could chill, hit the beach and generally de-football for a couple of days. 1 hours hard planning and we had pinpointed the town of Heyeres and a 5 star campsite there. Quick phone calls confirmed a reservation and we cracked on.
Clouds dispersed revealing stunningly clear blue sky's, the Mediterranean sea hoved into view and all concerns about early exits from the competition buggered off quicker than a politician next to a lie detector. Found the campsite, got pitched, put the flags up, laughed at all those shaking their heads at the arrival of the football hooligans and hit the beach. Magnifique ! Our only concern was that it's a topless beach, which is not very Christian, but when in Rome etc.
The town is next door and has a DJ set up in the square playing a 'Morris dancing, dub step fusion'..... we cut a rug anyway and watched Croatia slap Spain.
Beach day tomorrow during which I will have the darkest lens I possess in my sun glasses?