16 May 2016

aspects of springliness



THIS PAGE JUST PROVIDES a link to the flickr album I have stuck in (aspects of springliness), to give some idea of what took our fancy during this spring trip.  I am not into providing a day-by-day account, who would want it, anyway? Mary provides a far better snipping on that front if you want a bit of detail . . . the picture that should be nestling above this text is the sea pool at Pirou Plage, where we partook of our last lunch this time, over there. Almost warm enough to swim . . .

And sorry (I bet you are not) — I never got to make my observations about the typographical anarchy that appertains in France, or bash on about the Plat Du Jour, Le Menu, and the french obsession with roundabouts, traffic lights without sensors, aggressive overtaking and Interdites ( a word that sets my teeth on edge) of many kinds. Maybe next time. Not that I am that critical, you understand.

There will be more vineyard snaps to go onto the Flickr page in another album probably, but I am sure that one can have just a bit too much of a good thing, so forget it for now at least . . . I have! I know there is some repetition in the Flickr albums — sorry about that too but I can't fix it right now . . .

Sorry too there is no final imagefest on this page. Blame BT. And rustic broadband, slower that mollasses in January . . .


F  I  N
(for now)

9 May 2016

the long way back



 . . . a variation which takes us back via the hills rather than round them: a sinuous route, slow – but very picturesque. I will give a brief summary of the journey and an epilogue in due course, when the vagaries of BT Broadband as supplied to Bullsmead is restored back to something like the slug speed which passes for acceptable for us poor country dwellers, so starkly contrasting with Le Orange super speed in Sablet . . .

At the moment we endure speeds below the scale used to test download speeds . . .

You can get all the images in this blog bigger by clicking on them, by the way; but there — I expect you know that, all you out there, my public, hanging on my every word . . .

Hah — as if . . !

 . . .  to welcome us, and to make us feel truly back in Devon, back on the island, this image greeted us outside our local newsagent . . .


. . .  one can only speculate as to what aspects of this fair land drove a fellow european to become an indecent image, namely a frenchman in court . . .
(allegedly)

It is indeed the long way back . . .
and, for now at least we are back over here, and
France is over there . . .