Sunday, 27 April 2008
Lost in France
I managed to get myself completely lost last night on the banks of the Canal du Midi. I knew the house was somewhere, I knew I was close, so close it was tantalising but I'm blowed if I could find it. The sun was beginning to set beautifully on the Canal so I snapped a shot and tried to remain calm whilst I admired the colour of the Queen Anne's Lace and I guess any other time it would have been peaceful but I was due for supper at friends where His Lordship had been helping them move and was going nowhere fast. In the end with no phone, no fuel and a heavy heart I had to admit defeat and head for home where there seemed to be a raging party throbbing through the village and my early return was viewed with some amusement by the languid youth in the square. I headed for the safety of Le Chateau where the phone was ringing insistently.
'Where are you darling' ? His Lordship sounded a tad concerned, 'you're three hours late, we're coming over to rescue you. 'I don't need or want rescuing' I said but it all fell on deaf ears. By the time I had partaken of a glass or two of local red wine from the Languedoc the beauty of the area had inspired me to plan a cycle tour along the banks of the canal.
Today I was presented with the most beautiful bunch of carmine pink full and droopy roses. 'I nearly reversed the car into the canal last night' I said miserably and everyone hooted with laughter.
But anyway I've been KMHD and MMOB (keeping my head down and minding my own business)for a while so I haven't popped over here for ages.
Forgotten how nice it was, hope you are pleased to see me back.