I spent the last couple of days visiting friends who were staying in an old mill in the middle of nowhere near Campeaux in Normandy.
More photos here, if you’re into flowers and that kind of thing.
White Sun of the Desert
The blog of Tim Newman
I spent the last couple of days visiting friends who were staying in an old mill in the middle of nowhere near Campeaux in Normandy.
More photos here, if you’re into flowers and that kind of thing.
Happily, my memories of Normandy are far kinder than my father’s and FIL’s.
When I was in Sakhalin I used to know a grizzled old Texan (now sadly passed away). I mentioned to him that I was going on holiday to Vietnam the next week, and I was looking forward to going to the beach. He said “Oh, the beaches are good there? I’ve never been.” Then he thought for a minute and said “Actually, yes I have…but I didn’t go to any beaches.”