April 12th: No Brexit yet (Phew!) but an organised "B-R-Exit" as Bob and Ruth left the Canaries!

It was a bit of a relief that departure didn't coincide - even though we were travelling completely within Schengen and would not have to cross a border until the next day at the Pyrenees. It was a well-worn trail: super-cheap Vueling flight to Barcelona, hotel shuttle to and from the usual overnight hotel, coach to Girona airport and the on-demand lift to pick up Yvette from the parking lot. Greyrocks looked at the meteo and decided to stick with sandals and shorts/cropped trousers, and that turned out to be OK, even waiting for the shuttle. Not much of interest happened during the migration, other than being intrigued by the large number of young boys roaming around the hotel and airport, and later discovering that Barca was hosting the "World Cup" for soccer academies.

Our Montpelier apartment was booked from the Sunday, so we stayed at a point about half-way: the resort of Valras Plage, which we vaguely remembered as a day-trip destination from Agde. It was fairly bright and warm, but with a very strong and cold wind. On arrival in the town we realised just how popular it is, and this was a sunny Palm Sunday. We stayed in a well-located and charming small hotel, which was desperately difficult to find. (Thank you, Mr Google!) and had a chance to walk down to the river mouth and marina, then have our first French meal close by in a restaurant that had been open only a couple of days.