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.
Open the photo gallery >> So, technically speaking, this post covers two days rather than one, but seeing as the majority of both days was spent sitting in the car on various motorways, it seems a bit pointless doing two separate posts. So this was what we did...
The French Connection is an account of our 16 day family holiday of 2019, during which we drove to the very bottom of France and back.
We didn’t see the devil. But there was a very big hole in the ground.
We went down to Teddington to run the original parkrun, and while we were there we visited Hampton Court Palace. Henry the Eighth wasn’t at home.
A bit of driving and a bit of walking on the flat
Walking up some big hills on a fantastic day in November
Driving the Porsches. Well, not me, obviously.
Fast cars, big hills, and beer. What could be better ?