You’d Better Not Mess With Major Tom!

Thanks David.

Here is my mate Tom and me. Hanging out, talking football, basketball and drinking down at the PMU with the boys. He’s a Blade so don’t mess with him. He’s French unall. Hard as nails. He supports Rouen at basketball. This season has been brilliant for Tom. The Blades got promoted to the Premiership and Rouen are in the playoff final next Wednesday against Orleans for a place in the Prem. I hope Rouen win or Tom will go on the rampage. He’s a handful when he’s not happy. Nutter he is. I’ll take him to see the Blades one day. When he’s less of a hooligan. Look at his haircut. Skinhead! 

I woke up late this morning. Pottered about and set off about 10.30. It all seemed a bit empty without Tone. Drifted up to a local town and had a couple of large coffees. Then drifted off towards the coast. Tide’s out.

The coast is different here, lots of islands and rocks, exposed at low tide and covered at high. Treacherous. 

There’s a house on the island out there. Must get battered in stormy weather. I’m wrong, apparently it’s a lighthouse type effort.

Walking through a coastal town I must admit I had a giggle. Posh place unall. 

There are some unusual buildings round these parts. This might look more at home in Red Square.

I’m not sure what Defense de Photographier means. I think it might mean that you’ve got to take a picture.

Just to be on the safe side I took two. They can’t argue with that. I’m in St Quay – Portrieux, which is a posh spot. I followed the path round the coast for some nice views.

I’m directionless today. Well, I’ll keep the sea to my right, but I’m not motivated. I’ll stay on a campsite here. I’ll get some food, check out the PMU and mosey up there. Looking for the supermarket I got a surprise.

The bloke lying down is looking for people pharting. The one next to him is photographing them, and the final one is testing the atmosphere for pharts. Quite a business here in France. 

Some really elegant houses here in St Quay. It’s pronounced Sant Kay and comes from St Ke (Keenan) who came over here from Ireland 1,500 years ago. Amazing innit. Paddies emigrating to France 1,350 years before my missus’s ancestors emigrated from Ireland to England. No wonder there’s less than seven million folk on the island of Ireland. They all bugger off somewhere else. 



Tom, by the way, is our best French friends’ grandson. And the son of a lovely couple, Julien, who works for Rouen RMB basketball team, and Cecile, our beautiful matey girl who we’ve known since she was born. Love you both. What a photo! Not one of mine. Wow. 

The shot from my tent. I’ll wake up early with a sense of purpose. 

Night night.