25 August 2006
(i) Armagnac barrels. Phil, mini-me and mini-him.
(ii) Pimms o'clock.
(iii) Nirvana Baby
(iv) Mini-him almost in the pool
(v) Phil at Pyla
(vi) Creperie in the Place Royale
(vii) Kids at Notre-Dame des Cyclistes.
Thrilled, as only booksellers can be, by the prospect of finding something to do with the author of Cyrano de Bergerac, we headed for the Centre Jean Rostand to discover it was his son. Who kept frogs. Or something. Anyway, the teenagers brightened noticeably at this point so we went and learnt all about the conservation of frogs, turtles and more types of fern than you can shake a toad at. We saw irridescent blue beetles, a praying mantis, a snake and a basking turtles.
The pictures of the Basin d'Arcachon remind me of pictures from 'The Earth from the Air' book that you look at and imagine you'll never get to see yourself. I felt very lucky on this trip away.
24 August 2006
Back from a week in the stunning La Bastide d'Armagnac A region in south west France in the departement of Landes.
We spent mornings swimming and sleeping off the alcohol from the day before.
We took a day trip out to the basin d'Arcachon that I visited 18 years ago. At Pyla, they have Europe's largest sand dune. which is a killer to get up but a lot of fun going back down. The view over to Cap Feret, the bay and sandbanks is breath taking.