Good to be home

HI, THERE, guys and gals, hope all’s well with you all out there in cyberland.

Once again I must apologise for my inaction on the blogging front – I’ve just come back from holidays, and I’m exhausted! I’m beginning to think I need a holiday from all these holidays!

Trouble is I’m much more active when I’m away than I am whilst at home – I’m driving much more, and pushing My Good Lady around a lot more than usual.

And it must be said rural Provence is not the easiest terrain to be pushing wheelchairs, however beautiful it may be in other respects.

Certainly, the little village where we stayed was hilly enough to get me puffing and panting. And the three-hour drive from Nice wasn’t exactly a pleasure either, especially after a horrendous flight out from Manchester’s terminal one and the brief, sleepless night at the airport hotel.

However, all these pains and frustration faded into nothing as we sat in the open air restaurant in the village square, dining out under the stars. Pure Mediterranean magic!

Unfortunately, we had to repeat the journey out on coming back. Hence my state of near exhaustion. Still, we’re slowly getting on top of things and domestic normality seeps back onto us.

And we welcome back an old friend today, too – a two-hundred year old great grand-father clock that has been out for the last month for it’s regular ten-year repair and service. And the Big Fellah has got his chimes back, too. Glorious to hear him bonging away the hours again after over a decade of silence.

So here we are, boys and girls, home again as autumn creeps up upon us with it’s “mists and mellow fruitfulness”.

And I’m pleased to say it’s good to be home.