Now I'm home and all is quiet as Louis is spending time with his dad and then goes away to stay with relatives until Thursday evening. It's probably time for a bit of calm as there's been some jolly decent partying going on over the last couple of weeks. Thanks to all our new friends who helped Lou and I lay down very pleasant memories in one of my favourite parts of the world.
This caught my eye in E Leclerc, the big hypermarket near the ferry port. It's the self same device that I came across in Le Vignoble at Plymouth's Royal William Yard when I went out with Salty Dog back in June. A chill cabinet dispenses little tasters of wine when a credit card type device is inserted into it. Except this one was free. Imagine the scene if such a thing existed in an English supermarket. There would be carnage and maybe fights over the claim to free booze. It would be something akin to the parties that I hated in my undergraduate days where there was too many people scrabbling greedily for too few drinks as hardly anyone had brought a bottle. In St Pol, nobody skulked around the machine getting pissed up for gratis. What's more the machine was completely unsupervised and seemingly you could help yourself to as much as you wanted.
I moderately tried a couple of snifters of a couple of wines that were outside my price bracket. They were yummy enough to make me contemplate a bit of wine machine abuse. The thought occurred that to avoid drink driving I could stay on the supermarket aire, unatmospheric as it is, and pop back in for shots every half hour or so until closing time. Perhaps I could have brought my own olives in a little bowl to enhance the experience. 'Je reste ici'. I tried a joke on a dour French couple, the only other people availing themselves of the opportunity for a bit of 'degustation'. They did not find it funny. 'Pas en France' the lady scolded me. I scuttled away with a 5 Euro bottle of fizz instead. It came in jolly handy.
For last night I had the most fun that I think I've ever had in a car park. We joined up with some other motorhomers, that we'd just met, in the lovely scenic free aire just outside Roscoff for an impromptu pasta feast provided by Paul and Sue from Manchester, drinks which included my Vouvray and lots of laughter. I'll tell you more in another post about a thrifty tip too far from Paul that made me giggle my socks off. One post about motorhome toilets in a week is enough though. To think that if I'd have given way to temptation I would have missed a brilliant evening!