I think it’s become pretty obvious to anyone who may venture onto this site that I’m doing a god-awful job of keeping this blog up to date. I’d like to say that I’ve been far too busy and important to sit down and write…but, no. I’m just terribly terribly lazy.
To be brutally honest with you (and myself) I think the task of blogging my France trip daunted me to the point of meltdown. It’s the way I was going about it. I was trying to write it ALL. At once.
One might argue that it would have been prudent for me to write anything (whether that be about France or about the way chocolate goes REALLY well with pink marshmallows) but, in my usual fashion, I decided that writing nothing would be better than writing anything.
I carried on writing nothing for several more weeks, and I could carry on in the same vein for several weeks more, but now I think I’ve reached the point where it’s time to fish or cut bait. So…here I am, attempting to fish. Metaphorically, you understand.
Apart from a brief foray to Stratford-upon-Avon, I’ve not been out in Old Red since France (I’m rather worried about his oil problems, but also rather short of the money, time and motivation that it will take to sort this problem out) so I’ve decided that as well as getting up the details of my France trip and the perils of driving on the continent blogged, I’ll also be using this space for general reviews and stuff. I’m a regular tea-room/restaurant/theatre goer and I work in tourist-central (the beautiful Stratford-upon-A) so it’s not going to be hard to find stuff to write about…it just won’t be as close to my original hopes for this blog than I’d have liked.
And for now, here’s a picture of Red before we put him to bed for the first time on the Ferry. I’d left his interior light on, of course…but that’s a story for another day 🙂