Covid finally kills off our riviera beach holiday

Covid has finally killed off one of the highlights of our annual French holiday, one of the things I look forward to most each year.

Every August we spend a couple of weeks camping near a nudist beach with a bit of a party vibe on the French riviera.   We were hoping against hope that we could do it again this year.

This morning a friend staying there right now has told that many of the bars and restaurants we frequent are closed and that face masks are mandatory even on the nudist beach.

I was pretty sure that the parties would be cancelled – and rightly so – but news that all the buzz of the beach scene we so enjoy has gone means we’re staying here in the Dordogne.

I know holiday fun is a trivial concern compared to the millions losing their lives and livelihoods across the world but I can’t help feeling sad and am wondering when or if this new world order will ever end.

What now? I like our holiday’s mix of Dordgone calm but equally enjoy the party vibe of the south of France.

I also crave the familiarity and routine we’ve established over the years during our stay in the south of France.

Now we have 30 days to fill – 16 here in France and then 14 under virtual house arrest -otherwise known as quarantine –  back home.

It’s a thought that unsettles me.  Now that I’m retired never ending nothingness scares me a bit and I need to quickly establish routine and purpose.

I’m going to start by creating some structure to my mornings – exercise then a session on my laptop including writing this blog.  I also want to avoid just eating and drinking – there feels like little else to do sometimes – when you camp near these lovely Dordogne towns. 

Perhaps instead we could base ourselves near a bigger town, visit a different coast, take more time appreciating the history and culture of of places we’d normally rush though on the way to somewhere else.

Not such a big problem to have I suppose.  Either way we’ll endeavour to make the most of the next 16 days in France before heading home to the grey skies of a British autumn

Published by brianjonesdiary

Dad, husband, brother and son. Interested in travel, politics, sport, health and much more. Semi-retired and aiming to making the most of life as I approach my sixth decade.

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