Superbagneres
Dawn probably breaks the next day but there was never any chance of us noticing and with heads in various stages of labotomy we head back for our last day on the dune around miday.We have decided to leave after todays flying as although its great fun these guys have limited time and there is only so much floating up and down on the seabreeze you can do before the call of the real business of serious mountain flying becomes too strong.We leave that evening for Luchon in the French Pyrenees although we are all sorry to see the last of the dune for now.Its a 3 hour trouble free drive punctuated at regular intervals by the cursed French tolls to the mountain at superbagneres.It is a typically pretty small mountain town containing all you need to get by whatever you are travelling by with plenty of well stocked small shops,banks a cinema,bars and restaurants. We find a campsite which is unfortunately mostly populated by grumpy French pensioners who complain about everything from the music to the menopause.The former is switched off but can the latter really be our fault too?.We later learn that a rumour had gone round the campsite that because of our age and size of our camper they thought we were a rock band on tour and they were all shitting themselves wondering what that night may bring to their hitherto peacefull retirements...KERANGGGG!!!!...”HELLO LUCHON!!!!!”Luckily for them we are a nice friendly bunch and have a reasonably early and quiet night after a barbie and a few bottles of cheap French plonk.