Musings from the Merse
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Yes Christwild this is very beautiful-but actually I prefer the splendour of St Abb's head or the cosiness of Coldingham Bay. And it is good to be home after fours hours drive across Brittany, 7 hours on the rather mangy Brittany Ferry-two hours to load compared to 20 minutes with Stena Line and two hours to offload having to show passports on a Bank Holiday Sunday to disgruntled British immigration officials 8 hours after showing same to disinterested French dittos. Then 9 hours from Plymouth to Duns.
Good to back home on stilts but I have to admit on a number of points (Dog pooh always excepted) the French have many admirable traits which could be imitated in the Merse to our advantage.
But at the Olympics they were rubbish.
Poor old Bleus.
Good to back home on stilts but I have to admit on a number of points (Dog pooh always excepted) the French have many admirable traits which could be imitated in the Merse to our advantage.
But at the Olympics they were rubbish.
Poor old Bleus.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
ExPat StillFat
I am trying to think what makes this resort so different to a British one. It is clean, no graffiti, no chance of vandalism, people greet you with full eye contact,everyone is polite and of course most of them speak French. Hah I said, on the beach,there are fat French women looking at a well built matron of a certain age who had rather unwisely removed her bikini top-although "topless" was hardly appropriate in her case-rubbing her reddened encyclicals she remarked to her even more bulging companion" I do so miss my Morrisons over here"
But Beg-Meil has one striking similarity to Spitall :
Dog Crap: which like the offensively small chiens Francais is everywhere- the smaller the dog the larger the sausage
And no notices threatening retribution to incontinent dog owners.
Just watch your feet.
Vive le Sport
I am trying to think what makes this resort so different to a British one. It is clean, no graffiti, no chance of vandalism, people greet you with full eye contact,everyone is polite and of course most of them speak French. Hah I said, on the beach,there are fat French women looking at a well built matron of a certain age who had rather unwisely removed her bikini top-although "topless" was hardly appropriate in her case-rubbing her reddened encyclicals she remarked to her even more bulging companion" I do so miss my Morrisons over here"
But Beg-Meil has one striking similarity to Spitall :
Dog Crap: which like the offensively small chiens Francais is everywhere- the smaller the dog the larger the sausage
And no notices threatening retribution to incontinent dog owners.
Just watch your feet.
Vive le Sport
