Holidays

Holidays mean different things to all people. To me, it means a chance to sit outside, with a bottle of red wine, cheese, a baguette, the most beautiful woman on the world, and simply watch it get dark.

The cicadas are singing, bats are flying past, and soon the stars will be popping out.

Simply sitting, and watching time pass by, is a gift. Couple it with fantastic scenery, and, well, it's just a little slice of heaven.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall wish you bon nuit, I hear an apricot doughnut calling my name.

PS French bees go to bed at 9pm promptly it seems. One minute they're there, next minute all of them fly off home at the same time.....a possible future blip.

Au revoir.....