Well, that is the way to get rid of any suggestion of depression and blow away, temporarilly, the stench of the British legal system.

I left the cottage in Brittany, now fit for letting, after a huge 10 Euro lunch and was down by the Spanish border in no time. Difficult to light a cigar on the bike though.

Flew past Chateau Buzet, one of my favourite wines, just outside Bordeaux and due today to speak again to the flying club here to obtain a french licence before looking around my favourite rose, with a hint of retsina sap, near  Banyuls Sur Mer.

Last night over an idylic plate of moules fricas? with an amazing cream sauce, browned under the grill, I met Bud Froelick from Houston, Texas! What a laugh an a joke we had till the small hours while he explained the US psyche with respects to the world out there beyond their borders. Taught me a bit of french to having had a cottage for some years now in the foot hills of the Pyrenees. Off now to find a Pied de Terre? for my arthritic winter months writing up my experiences under the thoroughly deceitful and asinine British Judicial System.