Saint Laurent-de-la-Salanque

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It almost looked like it was going to rain as we set off this morning. It made for very pleasant riding though. Once again we haven’t booked ahead as we weren’t sure how far we would get and anyway, nothing was showing as available .

On the edge of town was this lovely mural of La Port Nouvelle in days gone by. It shows the canal north to Narbonne
WW2 gun emplacements. Eurovélo 8 shows a route beside the railway line south. The information centre yesterday assured me you couldn’t get through that way and we would have to skirt the lake to the west
The sea is away to our left over salt flats and there’s a huge lake filled with salt flats the other side of the railway
It was there all right. Very rough and very remote. The pelicans ignored us walking quite close to the track.

It was so rough and so remote that Christine decided to change into her padded bike shorts right beside the track. I forgot to tell her that I could see a train coming electric trains are so quiet.

Oops
The trail now climbs to a plateau to the south and suddenly we are passing through an ancient settlement with rock walls everywhere and funny little houses built into the fences. They look like small sheep paddocks and there’s the odd olive tree that’s survived. I’m having to keep looking at my gps to be sure we’re going the right way
Leucate. Coffee time
The lake of Leucate is now on our right and we’re on a sand spit swarming with tourists. There’s a big oyster and moulin industry here
This old beast was advertising a fish shop but I’d much sooner have the truck
Point de la Corrège. The market beside the marina
Wall to wall boats and appartments. We needed a place to stay and it wasn’t looking good. I noticed an appartement on Booking.com 10kms away in Saint Laurent de la Salanque. Surprised it wasn’t already taken I grabbed it.
We arrive at 2pm and I had to use the google map to try and locate it. He wasn’t much help
Don’t be deceived by the outside, the inside was bad too! The locals sit outside and chinwag in the cooler air
And invariably the strolling locals will stop for a chat (with their bunnies)
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