Month: October 2017

Firstly thanks to Chris & John for two fabulous days at BeauChene in Soulac-sur-Mer. Incidentally it is up for sale so if anyone fancies a lovely house in the Gironde / Medoc area (where some of the best French red wines come from) with two holiday letting apartments in a very popular holiday area you know what to do.  Continue reading “Day 15 – Soulac to Andernos-les-Bains”

Woken by heavy rain at 6am. Went back to sleep and woke to overcast day but no rain. And so it stayed, very warm and muggy, overcast with black rain clouds in every direction you looked, wet ground, but no rain on me as I moved onward. 

Continue reading “Day 16 – Andernos-les-Bains to Fontet”

The sun has got his hat on, hip hip hip horray,

The sun has got his hat on and he’s coming out to play.  Continue reading “Day 17 – Fontet to Moissac”

Much as yesterday really but with the added attraction (or detraction) of crossing Toulouse. Definitely in The South now. Level with Santandar and Florence more or less.  Continue reading “Day 18 – Moissac to Baziège”

Woken frequently in the night by the wind in the willow outside my window thinking it sounds like rain. But daylight revealed a grey sky with a misty horizon. Loins were duly girded.  Continue reading “Day 19 – Baziège to Carcassonne”

Stayed in a nice small modern house on new estate with view of both the Medieval City and the football pitch where last night the local lads were playing to much cheers and boos from a small but dedicated crowd. Carcassonne is about the size of Truro in population, and has a similar connected feel once the emmets are mostly gone.  Continue reading “Day 20 – Carcassonne to Agde”

These pictures just arrived in the pigeon loft:

The man in the water has been identified as RogerCO, 65, of Lanson in CornWallLand. He was last seen three weeks ago when he left home saying “booger working, I’m off for a bathe. Boode be a bit parky though and still full of them bothersum emmets.” 

Madame Unitendifed German Tourist who took the main picture said something incomprehensible about a towel. 

The bicycle is believed to be called Genie, travelling in company with Miss OSM and a posse of French Tarts who have disappeared in mysterious circumstances. 

The other picture shows that Portiragnes-Plage does indeed have fewer emmets than Crooklets.