Travel Diaries

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

Cesare Pavese

Bags, Birds and Beers

Bags, Birds and Beers

How difficult can it be to find a restaurant that’s open at lunchtime ? Unless you’re by the seaside, it’s apparently near impossible.

St Martin de Ré

St Martin de Ré

A lazy morning followed by a lazy afternoon in a quiet town and an early night. Zzzzzzz.

The Big Barbeque

The Big Barbeque

We had to wave goodbye to Granny and Grandad, and then consoled ourselves with a beach and some ice creams.

A Lot of Not a Lot

A Lot of Not a Lot

On this day we reached a new peak of inactivity. It should probably be a trough of inactivity

Châtelaillon-Plage

Châtelaillon-Plage

We needed a relatively relaxed day, so we took the kids to the beach for a plodge in the sea.

New Friends

New Friends

Today we resolved to do nothing much in particular. We were successful. Apart from the bit where we went out for dinner.

Île d’Aix

Île d’Aix

The Île d’Aix is a small island of the coast a little south of La Rochelle which is accessible only by boat, and where there are no cars.

Roche Courbon

Roche Courbon

From the outside, the Château de La Roche-Courbon looks like it was designed by someone who owns a lot of Disney Princess dolls. It’s very photogenic.