We decided to ride to a lighthouse not too far from where we are staying, it’s called Phare De Baleines.
The ride took about 20 minutes or so, nothing tiring.
The great thing about this lighthouse is you can go in it, all the way to top which is awesome. Lolly and I consider ourselves reasonably fit which is a good job as there’s a whole load of stairs to climb.
In what seemed like no more than a couple of minutes we were at the top enjoying the view.
All around the lighthouse there is lots of information which I’m sure is very interesting but it’s all in French which is no good to me as I’m lazy and only speak English with a hint of poor Spanish.
We descended from the top and on my way down couldn’t help think of my mate Quincy at work, he’d be bricking it coming down these steps, not a fan of heights!
There is a beach below and we took a wander along that for a while before laying down and soaking up some sun watching the tide come in really quickly. It was at this point I insisted Lolly took a picture of me in the awesome tshirt she made so I could show you all, it’s marvellous!
All around the approach to the light house are gift shops and restaurants, all the restaurants were all heaving so we bugged out to find somewhere else to eat.
After riding around in circles for ages we eventually game to a little town square.
After a quick walk about we found a nice restaurant, got a table and found we had missed lunch so settled for a cocktail and beer.
We thought we might find a beach bar that did snacks so we jumped on the bikes and headed up the coast, we didn’t find any bars but we did find some ruins from WW2, they look like gun placements installed by the Germans to defend the coast, thankfully they look a lot less menacing than in their heyday but a reminder that even this peaceful and idyllic island was touched by the horror of war.
We left this beach and made for home discussing what to have for dinner, we came across a supermarket, bought some local beer, pork chops and Turkey fillets and unanimously decided on a beach BBQ.
Lauren seasoned up the meat, packed up the Cobb, tongs and all the other manly beach things I would need and we set off.
Right behind where we are staying there is a beach that looks rubbish when the tide is out, when it’s in the place is completely transformed, we found ourselves a little a spot and got cooking.
There is a sign that says no bbqs which we completely ignored, the Cobb we use is pretty contained so it’s no real threat to dry shrubland behind us.
As the sun went down so did the temperature and we huddled up covered in blankets, hoodies and looking generally like a couple of beach hobos.
The food was great, there was hardly anyone on the beach and the sunset was spectacular, as good as any Ibiza sunset!
We covered a lot of ground in a day and I’d put strava on to see how far we’d been, I didn’t think it was that far!