Monthly Archives: September 2016

Annoyed by the alarm at 7:50am I whacked my phone then clambered out of the bed and made tea and coffee before waking Mirinda. We then packed, searched the hotel room a few hundred times for anything we may have … Continue reading →

Edward Albee died today aged 88. I had no idea he was still alive. Apart from the brilliant Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, he also wrote a really bad adaptation of Lolita…as well as lots of other plays. So today … Continue reading →

Last night I ordered a bottle of red wine. This is unusual because Mirinda prefers white and given I don’t mind, I’m happy to go with her preference. Every now and then, however, she says I should have a red. … Continue reading →

Pink granite can be found in many other places, but not this chaotic landscape: it’s a very rare phenomenon. At the beginning it was only one big block; then, little by little, century after century; it split, and turned into … Continue reading →

Kelly gave birth just after midnight today to Maddy, a sister for Jaxon. Meanwhile. here in Brittany, Mirinda finally submitted her first article to a journal. Here is the final painful part of the process: And, while obviously not as … Continue reading →

I haven’t mentioned the phone signal at the gite, mainly because it doesn’t exist. I realised this when I received a message from the specialist regarding arranging an appointment to discuss the results of my MRI last week. Not that … Continue reading →

Most of today was spent inside, finishing up Mirinda’s journal article. We took turns at her laptop. I did go up to the little shop for a baguette and milk first thing but that was about it. It wasn’t until … Continue reading →

Our hostess, the extraordinary Ann-Lynn who sounds exactly like she just stepped out of the Grand Ole Opry, told us we just had to visit the Sunday market at Plestin-les-Grèves. So this morning, after a sleep in followed by porridge, … Continue reading →