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
Monday, August 18, 2008
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
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
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Les Vacances sont sur nous
We had 20mm of rain in about 30 minutes this morning and the area on the BBC Weather Warning Map dedicated to Scottish Borders Really Bad Weather; Venture Out at your Peril and don't bring your car was bright red. Disruption!
Then the workmen arrived to carry on the extension exercise and the rain stopped. The BBC map turned its normal shade of green and the terror stricken service-as the Goons used to call it-has transfered the warnings to the south with Severe Gales.
Blogging may soon be thin on the ground. Nothing to do with the suddenly clement weather but because, come Friday, we are off to Brittany, La France for a short holiday en famille Although the BBC is not good at forrin weather it agrees with Meteo that the Borders will remain slightly warmer than Beg-Meil, Fousenant where we are taking a cottage pour la semaine prochaine. The owner, English ex pat has told us that the village has an internet connection a sort of spot chaud I assume but as we are 2 miles from the village I doubt if we will get connected. Worry not I will store some digital images of the grand children, the rocky beach, the entente cordiale and the empties and upload them on return to Duns.
If we are spared of course.
And its a long trail awinding:-car to Plymouth, Ferry to Roscoff and a two hour midnight dash to Beg Meil with TomTom in charge.
(The caption on this flickr image-thanks christiwild-is Brittany Coast in Winter. I suspect, apt)
Labels: BBC Blether Centre, Brittany
