La Gacilly to Guipry

I am sitting in a grotty little tabac in Redon enjoying a couple of beers. I feel like a local. How many years has it taken to be so confident? I fit in awfully well. Really, all I need to be able to do is to order beer and know the drill for repeat orders and I’m in a very happy place.

Matt and Bev just walked passed. I’m pretty sure Bev saw me. I am equally sure Matt ignored this. Works for me.

I may return to the boat before I get morose.

0
This entry was posted in Gary's Posts, Weasels Afloat 2010 and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.