We've been to Mojacar before and I did blog about it last year (you remember of course), but we like it so much we went back again this year. And we love it as much again this year. You can see Alex, our camper van, in the foreground - he's named after Alexander the Great, a name chosen by our wonderful friend Roger because of his enormous size – the van not Roger you silly person!
This is nothing dirty, just the name of a town in Spain. Gabi, who we met in Portugal last year, told me that “cola” means tail in Spanish. I had to visit a town called double tail … It turns out to be absolutely beautiful (quieten down back there) and well worth visiting. Enough already!
We are having the most amazing autumn here in south west France. September and October have been spectacular which might explain why I haven't posted for so long...na, I didn't think you buy it! Here are some photos from around our little farm with the wonderful autumn sunlight. This first one is of our pool with views across the Gers hillside.
There have been a lot of books written over the years as to why French woman don't get fat and the only truthful thing said in or about these tomes is that they made a lot of money. (Hmm, perhaps I should stop now and do the same?!) There is only one reason why French women are thin and that is because they don't eat a lot.
Our much loved cat Puss Puss, aka Moaning Monster, is clearly well brought up and knows that cats are absoutely not allowed on the table at all, ever. Her level of obedience is extraordinary...she does exactly as she pleases at all times. We just managed to save the sweetest little rabbit from her. The joys of having children, sigh.
I go over the Channel to England 3 or 4 times a year to visit my wonderful parents in Hove and my equally wonderful aunt and uncle in Littlehampton. I have eaten in many good restaurants and taken many good photos, but am as always very slack in telling you about it. So without further ado, here are a couple of photos of beach huts in Littlehampton.
We had the fortune of being in the small village (with a big positive attitude) of Laranjeiros on the Portuguese Spanish border on the 4th of March. This day marks the end of the Carnival time and a life-size doll is buried in a grave amidst all kinds of hilarious actions, including using a certain body part as a microphone...need I say more about which part??