Safely in Bretagne and trying to blog on q non-querty keyboard. And no @* on the keyboard to boot (npi)!
Impressions of Plymouth I hear you cry: Wet: The old riddle/ what to do in Plymouth on a wet Saturday?
Go to France.
But I do not recommend Brittany Ferries on an August Saturday afternoon. Wall to Wall Karoake and the food runs out after three hours on a six hour crossing. With 50% of our party struck down with
mal de mere we took a cabin on about L deck below the cars and snoozed throuh the car alarms going off and the very large waves beating against the hull away above our heads.
Back to the Merse next Monday.
If we are spared.
of course
*@ added en retour a Blighty
Labels: Brittany, French France, Summer hols
