Onward travel
Speaking of travel, current arrangements are:
Penang: 1 August onwards
Bangkok: 10-13 September
Bangladesh: 14 September - 7 December
Penang: 7 - 20 December
Stirling: 20 December - 9 January
Penang: 9 January onwards
Thailand for 3 months from February to April
Then Penang again,
Then home!
Seaside silliness and a sister's birfday
The Location
Hoppy Birfday...Happy Bathday..Hippy Barfday....well, you know what I mean! xx
Sail Away With Me..
Rothesay:
I had a brilliant time - thanks everyone!
[Further (funnier) photos to follow but currently still locked in cameras.]
We Are Sailing....
...around the Scottish Western Isles...
---and Scotland didn't disappoint:
He-llo Sailor!
Arles et Nîmes
There is something different about the light here in the south of France, which seems to be the inspiration for some famous people including Vincent Van Gogh, who painted the two pictures below in and around Arles (although this is also where he famously cut off his ear, so maybe it wasn't all good).
We took a couple of bikes and set off for the day to Arles and Nîmes, which is on the way.
Arles is a lovely city with the typical red ceramic roofs of the south of France as well as famous bull-fighting arenas left over from the Romans and the nearby Spanish.
Although perhaps by the time Van Gogh painted the below his imagination was already overactive. Here's what he got:
The view today:
Not to be outdone, Nîmes also has its own arena:
But by this point we were so hot and sticky that we resigned ourselves to cooling down in front of Le Tour de France (note the cheery local mascot in the corner..well, part of him).
P.S. I might have an explanation for VG's madness...it's not just the light here that is affected because every time I step out the door I get a good whiff of, er, 'grass'.
Fête de Village: Lunel
I really like the south of France. It's a very easy place to live. Round these parts there are no mosquitoes; summer is properly hot; there's a nice warm wind so it's very pleasant in the shade; the food is local, excellently tasty and fresh; lunches take 4 hours, 3 bottles of wine, 36 euros of cheese and the best bread I have ever had, and generally life is Lavender-tinted and good.
Like in other parts of Europe, rural France also has the local 'Fête de Village', where the whole village meets in the town square and sit at long trestle tables to eat, drink and be very, very merry.
Of course the best way to recover from this:
Is with this:
So really, I can't complain.
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