The site we stayed in has beach front pitches, and as I write I can hear the very salty Mediterranean waves crashing onto the shore and a palm tree rustling in the breeze.  The beach is pebbly for a change and I feel a pang of nostalgia for British beaches although I can’t say I miss the accompanying drizzle.  It seems as though dogs are accepted as regular beach goers along with nudists.  I discovered this on my early morning dog walk, nothing like the sight of a completely naked man to wake you up properly.