I’ve always liked a castle. Rainy days on Welsh holidays of my childhood took us to quite a few of them . Beaumaris . Canaervon . Conway . All perfect backdrops for a 10 year old’s vivid imagination . Beynac Castie , cut majestically into the cliffs , didn’t disappoint . It’s simple .. no dramatic lighting or wax work models of servants stoking the fire .. just a very well preserved reminder of life gone by Now I don’t know the ins and outs…Continue Reading “France – Day 12. Balloons and Battlements”

As I write this ( 12.15 am ) , there is a most extraordinary lightning storm going on outside my window . Sheets of white lightning completely filling the night sky … making it seem like daylight for a few seconds at a time . Never seen anything like it . It’s as if God is bored and is turning a light switch on and off . Thunder is rolling in the distance and getting louder by the minute. Even the house – strong and…Continue Reading “France – Day 11. Blow wind! Crack thy cheeks!”

Everyone has their own dream of what the ‘ perfect life ‘ would be . Days spent people watching with a cold beer … waking up to the sound of the sea ….anything that takes us away from the daily grind . The grass , of course , is always greener . Reality has a habit putting dreams on hold . People watching is ruined by bloody wasps … the sound of the sea is drowned out by shrieking seagulls and your favourite lilo springs…Continue Reading “France – Day 10. Mushy peas”

A morning spent filming bits and pieces in Sarlat . I’m enjoying the whole vlogging thing and I think it’s something I can do .. as opposed to , say , changing the oil filter on a Ford Focus . Forgive me for straying off task a little on this entry but given that today was similar in its content to yesterday , I would be in danger of repeating myself . I’ll try to be concise . I’m still reeling from a comment I…Continue Reading “France – Day 6. On a tangent”

Woke up early in a bit of a tizz . I won’t bore you with the details but it was essentially to do with a very weird dream . I’d gone to work at a school . For some reason , Rich was with me though quite why was never established . Anyway , I did something terribly wrong ( again , that wasn’t made clear ) and all the staff, including Rich , or ‘Judas ‘ as I shall now call him, formed an…Continue Reading “France – Day 5. Balls dropped”

Sleep , when it feels like your body is on fire , does not come easy . The wet towel placed across my lobster coloured torso was about as unattractive an image as you will ever have but ,  sometimes , needs must . True to my plan though , I did get up early and I did hire a bike .  I must have appeared nervous . ‘ Ne vous en faites pas ‘ said the friendly bike assistant ‘ Il n’y a pas…Continue Reading “France – Day 3. More of the same”

You know what they say about best intentions ?  I had planned ( as much as I ever plan anything ) to get up early , stroll to the bike hire place and tootle across to Richard ( my friend , who has rented the shit hole of a place in the photo below ) with my basket stuffed full of baguettes and pastries for all to share . In this complete cul de sac of a plan ,  I imagined myself  waving cheerfully at…Continue Reading “France – Day 2. Inflatable Flamingos *”

If Carlsberg did airlines , they wouldn’t do Ryan Air .  Despite its impressive attempt to put a dampner on things , we arrived . A little miffed . A trifle knackered …. but we arrived . My first attempt to put into practice my rusty French language skills was less than glowing . The hire car lady was not really the ideal subject for my stuttering efforts . I don’t think she would have been that interested in my statement that’  I live in…Continue Reading “France – Day 1. Sarlat Le Canade”