Good heavens, this morning’s walk was so uneventful that as I attempt to recall it my eyes are threatening to close, my breathing is slowing down and…woah, sorry you lost me there for a moment.
A half-hearted rainbow greeted me as I reached the route de Tocqueville and a fine shower of glacial rain caressed my stoic features.
Stoic in the sense of not very expressive due to hardly-awakedness. No reference to any Grecian physical aesthetic or anything like that. Walked along the truly boring Tocqueville road and then came back having been barked, quacked and neighed at variously. Nearly got run down by a guy in a white van – that was the high point.
Oh that and the toy gite for exhibitionist Barbie and Ken holiday-makers.
Oh and the rather pretentious electrician neighbour who thinks he is the Norse God of thunder (and lightning presumably).