I am writing this from the ferry homewards to Plymouth, England is just in site. Lots of anticipation up on the deck as the boat approaches Blighty. Reading the first British newspaper for a week, my loyalties are torn between wanting to return to the haven that is Brittany and wanting to boycott everything French in Brit loyalty to Will & Kate over those photos. Checking celiatime.com on board I was thrilled to find that it has just been awarded a Beautiful Blogger Award thanks to Susan at Women Making Strides blog.
It seems a lifetime away but it’s only yesterday since we were on the warm silver sands of Kerfissien – like England but without the litter and the anti-social behaviour. Plus there was the almost surreal landscape of giant boulders so typical of this area. The children & dogs on the beach reminded me of an illustration straight from Le Petit Nicolas. Reading tales of the mischievous school boy & his copains was Miss Mitchell’s Friday afternoon treat for our French class and for a moment I was back in that bright airy classroom, in my cotton school dress, a summer breeze wafting through the sash windows and wondering if Adrian Brewis would be on the school bus at hometime.
Our boys were enjoying the sea and a makeshift game of volleyball. Guy & I aren’t great sunbathers so we went for a walk along to the next bay. Neither of us like the sand betwen out toes so I’m afraid it’s socks with sandals again. At least Simon wasn’t there to see me looking so uncool; I bet his wife is one of those outdoor types with bare sunkissed feet and trekking sandals. Guy of course had to wear a hat to protect his bald patch which wouldn’t be so bad except he has a couple of strings which tie underneath to stop it blowing off. Still at least he didn’t wear the stripy breton top he bought himself on a rainy afternoon in Brest. It’ll be just like the Hawaiian shirt episode all over again; well at least old Mr Parsons got a bargain at the next church bring & buy sale.
We’ve had a super time in Brittany but as we are about to go down to the car deck I am looking forward to a cup of coffee with cold milk, driving on the correct side of the road, Northumberland beaches with bracing winds & watching Cash in the Attic in pounds not euros!