bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Friday, July 16, 2010
Market day in Felletin
Friday. Market day in Felletin. My local town. Nice and sunny so I took the camera. Normally forget. Rattled off a few snaps and bought some bread, fruit'n'veg and a couple of necessities like baccy and a cheeky little vin rosay - still can't work out where the accents are on this damned keyboard. Took about 24 snaps in total but I'll just show eight 'cos they take aaaaages to load up. Strange to think that exactly a week ago I was wandering around the streets of London.
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.