On our wander around Oingt I found a wine producer selling his/her wares. I picked up two different bottles and Sarah and I had a tasting session in the evening. They were both surprisingly good for the price I had…
Oingt
No, no, no, no, no. This is not about pigs. All will be revealed. Today has essentially been a driving day. Basil has hauled his 4.25 tonne bulk down 240 miles of French motorway to move Team Basil nearer to…
Twah
No, I haven’t developed a sudden speech impediment, Twah is, apparently, approximately how one should pronounce the town we’ve visiting – Troyes. How’s a man with schoolboy French supposed to arrive at that?? Yesterday was a long, boring day in…
Where have all the birdies gone
After a quiet night’s sleep, Sarah got up to walk Skye and while they were out I availed myself of the opportunity to scurry into Arras for our breakfast. Two baguettes, one croissant, one pain au chocolate and one pain…