Category Archives: Carolles

1975: France – August 23, Lez-Eaux

Chateau Lez-Eaux by G Hague and M Hague

Fine sunny day fortunately, so we went ahead with the plans for a lazy time on the beach. Did some washing, breakfasted outside and then went to Jullouville to do our shopping. As we got out of the car, delicious whiffs of baking bread greeted us, and the smells continued to the gorgeous patisserie where there were some super cakes and tarts, so we each chose a tart – 2 plum, a peach, a pineapple, and a pear.

Lovely food shops in Jullouville, clean, beautiful fish/meat/charcuterie/cakes and a great variety available. Bought pâté, pork, peaches, tomatoes and then continued on to Carolles to the beach.

Spent a nice lazy day here, though it did get a bit chilly in the afternoon when it clouded over. Children didn’t go in the water as it was too cold but played various games instead. Large numbers of people trotting out the the wet sands with enormous codding nets. As we ate our lunch a young gendarme in T-shirt and shorts came and told it was forbidden to eat on the beach. This was news to us – no sign telling one about it anywhere, but it did explain why we had never seen anyone eating on the beach. As we had nearly finished it didn’t matter too much.

Came home at 6.00ish and ate a large tea of hors d’oeuvres, beef stew, rice, courgettes, and then the tarts which were every bit as delicious as they looked, and the whole meal went down very well.

Children spent the evening playing table tennis while we chatted to a couple who are on the way to the Dordogne with their caravan. Eventually went to bed about about 11pm feeling rested and cheerful.

The little garden house at Lez-Eaux by Gareth Hague and Mary Hague

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1975: Aug 20 – Lez-Eaux, France

A fine night, for a change, and pleasantly sunny so we breakfasted outside. After writing up the holiday books and after I’d done a load of washing, we set out to spend a day on the beach.

Drove down the back lanes to Carolles, where we did our shopping for lunch – 2 kinds of pâté at the butchers, and noted the location of the Relais Routiers which served moules marinières at any time, a fact which we stored in our memories.

Arrived at the beach and settled ourselves with all the impediments – lunch bag, clothes bag, books, lotions etc. Tide was well out, and a large expanse of sand and rocks stretched away to the green sea. Quite a lot of people about, sitting under their umbrellas. Children took the boat down to the sea and the surf board and spend some time out there.

Ate our lunch – pâté was delicious – and had the fizzy cider which was very pleasant. After lunch the children went down to the rocks and spent a considerable time collecting shrimps, little fish and crabs in a pool they had made. The water was very warm in these pools, too warm for some of the creatures I should think. Went to the sea for a bathe, it was lovely, and Gareth consented to get in the water and bounce up and down as the waves came in. He still doesn’t like the water much though, and is very careful about what he is prepared to risk.

We came out, Andrew and Sarah stayed in, and had a super time surfing, swimming out to the raft and diving in, and diving into the waves. I should think they spent half the day in the water, it’s a wonder their skins weren’t shrivelled and horrible. Lots of groups of children about from colonies de vacances, they make an enclosed area in the sea for them with enormous lines of floats – we couldn’t understand what these things were for ages!

Eventually we packed up and left to go up to the Relais Routier. Here we had steak and chips (Andrew and Sarah) and moules marinières (rest of us) plus cider, and it was all very tasty, and we were certainly ready for it. Arrived back at the camp site at about 7pm and the children went off to play table tennis. Had a bacon tea at about 8pm and then David and I read until about 10.30, the children having gone at about 8.30.

NB Mussels are raised on vertical poles which are planted out in the bay at regular intervals.

Sarah’s note: if I tried to get my kids to bed at 8.30 today they would just laugh hilariously.

1975: 18 Aug, Lez-Eaux, France

During the night, it rained quite heavily; it had certainly been very cloudy in the evening. Sarah and Gareth slept in the little tent and Andrew had his half of the trailer all to himself which pleased him very much. Sarah awoke us all at about 7am all bright and cheerful and we eventually had breakfast at 8.0ish – croissants, French bread, raisin bran and Wonderloaf according to taste… Afterwards the holiday books were written up, with a certain amount of grumbling.

Went into Granville and parked at a meter, then walked along the narrow little street to the beach by the casino. Sandy beach with rocks, and lots of young, pearly oyster shells about which we collected.When we couldn’t hold any more shells, decided we’d better get back to the car with them. Shops seemed quite expensive in Granville, but they were mostly shut anyway as it was Monday.

At lunch time, we looked for the Relais in Granville and were somewhat horrified at its 18Fr lunch so we drive on to Sartilly to the Vieux Logis. Here the menu was 16Fr so we went in and ordered 4 assiettes. David, Sarah, Gareth and I all began with moules marinière which were absolutely delicious and mountains of them. Andrew had tomatoes vinaigrette, delicately shunning the mussels. Then we all had steak, sauté potatoes and salad, again delicious and bien cuit. We drank a red wine called Excellence, and they had an Anjou rosé. To finish up we all had a peach except for David who had a coffee ice-cream. It was all very delicious and the place was full of French people, including lorry drivers of course.

The weather by now was being very nice and sunny, we went to the nearest beach which was Carolles, and was big and sandy with a rocky headland at the southern end. There were lots of people about, all French, and we spent a very pleasant afternoon there. The children and David went into the sea which was quite warm, and Sarah enjoyed herself on the surfboard. Andrew swam out to the raft. Later, when the tide came in they all made seaweed castles, there were immense quantities of seaweed being washed in.

It was interesting to see the differences between the French and English approach to the seaside resort. No deck chairs for sale – most people sat on the sand. Volley ball nets were set up and free to all. Very little in the way of candy floss etc. though there were some men selling ice-cream walking up and down the beach. Certainly very little of the ultra-chic beach outfits which the Daily Telegraph had assured us would make us all feel very dowdy when we got the French beaches.

Reluctantly left at about 6.0 as the clouds began to move in – the Iles Chausey were totally obscured after being brilliantly clear. When we got back to the camp we had a bacon and egg tea, with fresh fruit, and the children played table tennis afterwards with David. Retired quite early, feeling ruined after a busy day.