Rekognize

That's right fools, you better recognize. Not too straight forward to get these blogs posted and I am still not sure this will work. Just got back from Le France where I was taking a much needed break from the drudgery of the rat race.

The place was spot on, a nice villa in the heart of vineyard country and it had its own pool. It also had its own local legend by the time we left. No, not James, but Le Bete Nior du Lorgues (translated as the black beast of lorgues, probably. Lorgues being the place we stayed). After dark, when we went outside on the gardens there was often rustling of in the middle distance. It was initially but down to next door's dog, who visited from time to time. However, various 'sightings' and clues led us to believe otherwise. The first being Kristina's blearly unspectacled spotting of a wild cat at 5am, after shw was awoken by next doors dog going bananas about something. Too long to be a domestic cat and charactersitically difficult to get a proper look at. Then there was the large hole dug in ther front lawn. Territorial markings or a shallow grave of a local frenchman? We never found out exactly what is was but we settled on a badger, despite it looking like a cat.

I knew Tom was coming as I had invited him. But his arrival was typically Tom. The night had drawn in and the clouds were gathering overhead (like on Ghostbusters when the shit is just about to hit the fan). There was a flash in the sky and I could just about make out something hurtling towards earth from the outer reaches of space. I quickly grabbed the camera and got a shot of the object just before it landed in the swimming pool. (See below). Not quite like the terminator as he had his underpants on, but close enough for me.


Lots of nice relaxing times with visits from Piz and Big Shaune.

Have some video footage of a trip over to the Port Cros, an Island. Its mostly for divers and there was not a lot to do except have a quick walki round, avoiding the spiders the small dogs. The amusement factor was on the boat over from the main land. The weather was not the best and the sea looked a little choppy for the crossing. Being the proper brits abroad we went straight for the open air top deck and sat at the back (like on the 443 from Beeston to Main school). The actually stopped the boat mid journey to let Kellile and James to get to the front of the boat. I have video which I will email of what happened to Kristina and frodo who stayed at the back. They got drenched.

Tony, you would haver loved Bruno's, frances finest trouffle restaurant. It was probably the nicest meal I have had in a restaurant and it was right next door to the villa. They would ferry in lunchtime guests by the bucket load via helicopter from presumably Cannes or St Tropez.

James is now walking like a true drunk, up and downhill. He now has a Forest squad poster in his room, which was waiting for him when he got back (kindly supplied by Matner) so the indoctrination begins!!

Not loving the prospect of going back into work and trying to sift through 2 weeks worth of shit but I guess thats the breaks?

Ghandi


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