This holiday, a 2 week stint back at Camping les Amiaux in St Jean de Monts, was later than usual – we usually went in late July or early August but this one was in late August. Late enough that I celebrated my 17th birthday while we were over there.
This was back in the days when the amount of booze you could bring home was restricted (as it is again now, thank you Brexit), and my dad had realised that while you can’t buy alcohol in the UK until you’re 18, your duty-free allowance kicked in when you reach 17. So by coming back after my 17th birthday, we (he) was able to bring back more than usual. Probably mainly Ricard and “paint stripper” (his term) Marc.
