We arrived at the Passage du Gois, a 4.5 km stretch of submersible roadway, to find that we had to wait hours for low tide, so we stopped to have a beer instead.
Our bingo cards dictated that we had to taste oysters, so this woman did all the hard work for us.
They weren't as gross as I thought they would be.
When, exactly, does the live oyster die...?
This man sampled some after we did.
He brought his own food.
Cyclists from the back.
And from the front.
Here we are on the Passage du Gois, frustrated that we couldn't drive across to our destination.
I tried to walk.
The idea here is the Red Sea.
One of the wonders of France
Just past the Port du Bec is a wind farm.
Nick had an unexpected adventure when he was summoned to help a fisherman pull in his huge eel from the canal.
Here I am, holding the captured eel, which was still VERY lively.
Shaggy donkeys are native to the island.
Salt is a specialty of the area, and here, mounds of it can be seen drying in the sun.
Probably the highlight of our trip - shallow, I know - was Salt Boy, whom we summoned out of his little hut at lunchtime.
Dressed like this, we felt obliged to buy some of his salty products.
Later, after finding another bridge onto the island, we headed to the beach, where men like this were waiting.
On the way to the beach, Nick whacked some pinecones out of the trees.
A sunny day at the seaside
More totty
Ubiquitous souvenirs
Nick changed in the back of the car after our beach trip.
On the way back, we were able to cross the Gois at low tide.
Later, we stopped for this photo in Sallertaine. There's also one of us mooning the camera if you're interested...
Nick at sunset
And George at sunset
Also on the way home, we found this giant duck in Challans. When it's open, you can enter its mouth and slide out its bottom!
Finally, to end our day, we had a nice Tex Mex meal in La Roche-sur-Yon, labelled "the dullest town in France" by a 19th century travel writer. It was our first time drinking cactus juice and eating chicken wings.
