No worse than Dover ones, back in the day. I once had the entire dashboard of my MAN dismantled searching for my CB.
The idiots never even thought of asking me to remove my wool lined jacket in the middle of summer, under which it was hanging by a lanyard around my neck.
This is not a made story, I wanted to park for the weekend to see the big dunes of Pyla near Arrachon, Bordeaux, the driving ban was from 22.00 Saturday night, it was 23.00, the Douanes stopped me and spent ages going through a load of groupage.
They had scuba diving tanks in their Land Rover’s, I asked what they were for, and they said it is to to rei-inflate the tyres as they let them down to patrol the beaches to not get stuck.
They look for bin liners full of drugs that are tied to ships out at sea that float to the shore.
Many years ago Fran and I decided to walk over that, it was bloody hard work because for every step on the loose sand you foot slipped back almost as far.
Had to go to Tracy Island on me way home from market as me disc tacho was 1 hour out due to clocks going forward so Hori had to do it, far to complicated for me, Buzzer