No Postcards Here #2

As I arrived at the Sables d’Olonne train station, I coudn’t remember the last time I got off the train to visit this good old seaside town. I have so many memories here. They are linked to my childhood, my teenage years and around thirty months of accumulated Summertime.

The smell of the donuts, sun cream and seaweed are so familiar, as are its lanes, promenade, port, piers and the history of some of its local pubs. It is here that I built my first sandcastle and marble circuit. My first hang over, flirting and first step on the dancefloor, it is also here.

As I arrived at the Sables d’Olonne train station, I was carrying my two year old daughter. A few hours later, she was walking on the beach with her bucket and plastic spades.