Lockdown No.3 we're nearly there

Another lockdown, this time we're camped in the woods. It's very peaceful and relaxing here. 

 

 

Where are we? We're in Fitou. There are lots of vineyards here and a ruin. 

 

 

 Kevin here in his best head honcho look. We've become builders.      

 

   

 Walls and steps and stones and dust and stones and cement.

Sylvia's skillfully slapping cement on slippery stones in the sweltering summer sun, 40°C.

 Look at the beautiful steps we've made. All done! Ready for the grand entrance.

Cowboy style cooking everything on the open fire we got better and better at it. Best Discovery vegetable parcels, sweet potato parcels, mushroom and garlic butter parcels, snake bread with wild asparagus and of course lots of sausages from our piggy friends up in the mountains, more on that below.

 

One day we went on a bike ride to the lost village and discovered that Ramon de Perellos walked from here to Lough Derg in Ireland 600 years ago, slow travel a l'ancienne.

 Before we left, we left a curse to protect the camp and the building site and the toads in the wall and the green tree frogs in the lemon tree. We left behind seven snotty orphans.

 

Just for a little break in the mountains we went to visit our friends the piggies and Django the beautiful horse. It was mighty cold and snowing up there.

Meet our new members of the team: Fred and Suki practicing with their new puppet booth.

En route northwards Kevin peels an egg and our customary bicycle image of this blog.

Sylvia hangs out on the Transbordeur with Les Demoiselles de Rochefort and somebody has found their antlers.

 

It gets greener and greener and greener the further north we go greener and greener it gets.

 

What did Donkey Shorter say? We couldn't leave Europe without a word of advice from our hero and one last quick tour around the telephone booth at the end of Europe.

 

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!"

Don Quixote, Cervantes

 

 

 

We've made it back! We have officially arrived in Cornwall it's chirpy, cheerful and sunny. Just ten days of quarantine to do now and two more tests before we can brave some of our favorite extra steep hills cycling the West Country.