Obviously, there are pains after an operation! But the joint pain is gone, immediately post op, he says... today, 30th March, after a fine paella, lunch with a succulent leg of chicken, French style, tarte Normande, a well matured chevre cheese and cafe noir to die for, served by a bevy of beauties,...
As reported earlier this year, Maurice J Kirk BVSc found protection from the bullying of South Wales Police, by obtaining asylum in France 1 . Since then he has also managed to obtain surgery for a replacement hip, despite the falsification of his Welsh medical records by Dr Tegwyn Williams of Caswell...
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...
Just landed at St Malo harbour, Brittany, from Portsmouth on my Honda CBR 1000F to find my old car in the car park has disappeared. The French Authorities tolerate we local English leaving ‘old bangers' at the Ferry Terminal but not for this long! My un-planned extended stay in Texas, at ‘Uncle Sam's...
Well the choice was Aussie, NZ or Canada but France carries a certain 'picance' (or what ever the word is) after the behaviour of Uncle Sam's Depatment Homeland Security. Must get the bike out and head for the ferry...tallyho! 2 of the aircraft on the list all but sold and back at the week...
Breed of cow down the road? I drop gen off to try 2 daysof school.....loved it! George, a Jersey equivalent to why the "Toilers of the Sea "chappie suffered 16 years in Guernsey, mentions a caravan to go. Bought in minutes, blind, we are round in the "rope guided ford", rather like...
Well, as if running out of excuses, I think I have at last found the perfect spot to write those four books on four quite different subjects. Imagine, just a quiet Brittany country lane outside your door that only runs a few hundred yards to a farm and the great ten mile forest of Hardonnais. Across...
Awake at six from the ship’s horn as we enter St Malo harbour in the thickest of fog. I lug my baggage round to a back street to find my aging Ford automatic, literally dumped there as we had dashed on to Caen after last weeks birthday festivities. There’s a problem. The accelerator cable has broken...
Well I should have known better…. Turning up to a French Port at Caen, Normandy, having not shaved for 3 days and without a tie, rambling on about where the locals should come back with me and learn that oval shaped ball game called rugby. (Wales beat France, last week, after a spectacular come back...
Awakened by the 7 am church bell after a night long into the small hours, of sorting out the cameras, projector and laptop. A bag of spaghetti, in the form of numerous tangled leads and cables are now at last into separate piles. Now what on earth are they all for? I have instruction books strewn every...