Saturday 10 September Stage 13
Ceret to Collioure
We found a breakfast in a humid town surrounded by grapes and grass fire smoke hanging heavy in the air. Firstly we rode on small steamy roads between the vines, and later on larger roads to Argeles sur Mer and from there to Collioure. To be honest I don’t remember so much of this ride, maybe because the main mountains were over and it was exciting to be moving towards our final destination. The destination, Collioure was memorable, however, for being a very pleasant coastal resort town, but without the high rise paraphernalia that I was expecting. Much of the original architecture and country was still visible. Suddenly everything had become expensive, and the campsites were no exception.
The one we chose was a couple of miles form Collioure, but right down beside the sea, with access right onto a private beach, where we all went for a celebratory swim (even if we couldn’t swim) and a sunbathe, just for a few minutes until we got bored.
The path that led us along the cliffs back to town was great in the sunlight, not so great in pitch darkness when the rest of the gang ran ahead and hid in a hollow to jump out screaming.