If you ever doubted the professional in me let me tell you, the largest part of my summer holiday is upon me. A day off tomorrow to drive up to Scotland and I’ll be taking Monday off too, to drive back down. It’s time for the Big Stick, our annual family golf contest which this year will comprise my father, just one of my brothers and, whisper it ever so quietly in front of other members of the R&A, Bob. Going to be interesting that daunting drive down the first.
But if my holiday is a short trip up North into what is forecast to be a cold, damp and grey Fife with even a hailstorm forecast, Hen on the other hand is chillin’ in the South of France. It’s not exactly lifestyles of the rich and famous. She went by bus with a girlfriend and a tent to a Reggae Festival near Orange and since that is now over, but they didn’t much feel the desire to move very far, they have apparently located themselves – I suspect totally illegally except that it’s France - on an island just up the river from Le Pont du Gard. I found the very spot via Google Earth whilst on the phone to her the other night. She had rung to give me the run down. Seems they spend the day after eating a couple of peaches for breakfast messing about on the river and whiling away the hours before pate and du pain for supper washed down by a bottle of red. Here’s the thing though. She was able to tell me – though I know she knew it would impress me – that the wine they were drinking that evening was corked. Atta girl. So proud.
As we are on the subject of camping, though I hesitate to include this in a week when Cecil the Lion and the issue of trophy hunters has made such headlines. Bob whilst he does have a slightly blood thirsty streak in him has a rule of eating most whatever of which he dispatches. Including grey squirrels. He has been up at a friend’s farm sleeping rough on the land and working on gaining control of the local vermin problem. Confident in a limitless supply of rabbits and pigeons the only food he took with him was six tins of ratatouille. Weird eh? Almost as weird as this WhatsApp message/exchange I had with a friend. It’s Art so that’s fine!
And with that I’m out of here and hoping you will have forgotten this nonsense by the time I get back on Tuesday.
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