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 . . .