Shockers

We’d made it... 15 minutes early, so Ryanair blew their own trumpet, shocking the hell out of Mrs H. We’re on the Étang de Thau, a lagoon a few hundred metres inland of the Med. It’s lovely.

A really early start, me in anxiety mode, her frisking, fear of flying and the shock of the trumpet sound meant she was on edge... on the edge of sleep, so this afternoon she slept soundly.

Sleep? Pah! That’s for cissies! A beer, a wine and a dip in the lagoon. That was shock enough to keep me awake! Encore du vin svp!