bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Just thought I'd load up some snaps of my bikes - no reason, just felt like it. Actually, come to think of it, I reckon it's because the weather has at last changed for the better, the days are getting longer (hard to believe, but we're almost at the longest day already) and the open road with its sweeping bends is calling.
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.