Stella Plage to Berck – Another Shorter Schlep

There’s a pattern of long day, short day developing here but we’ll see how it goes. Breakfast was water and a Bounty bar, and the weather was overcast but heating up again into another sweat box of a day. I wanted to get back to the sea and as the tide was out a fair way I decided to walk along the beach.

I was glad to leave Stella Plage behind. What a dump.

The beaches are great here. I’m not quite sure what determines whether they are pebbles or sand. In fact I’m not sure. In fact I couldn’t be less sure.

In the far distance was Berck and I was heading there. Finding campsites that take tents is difficult. They’re happier to close showers and toilets rather than have to comply with restrictive covid related legislation. Finding them so I can get a good day’s walking isn’t always possible, so Airbnb has been useful, and it will be today. Only 10 miles but walking on sand isn’t always easy. Or pebbles.

This stretch of coast must have billions of razor clams buried in the sand. Their cast-off clothing is everywhere.

A cooling breeze got up and it was more than welcome. This weird looking bugger was flowing in with the tide, watched by an equally weird looking bugger.

To get miles under your belt you need to road walk. To get memories under your belt walk the mountains and coast.

Looking back the tide was coming in fast.

Right good day.

Eventually the beach gave way to Berck and I was able to buy dinner at Aldi and eat it in my Airbnb. A compact day and an earlyish night. My dreams were bizarre. Hope yours aren’t.

Night night.