Sandfly swarm

The live singer in Saltash on New Years Eve was enjoyable even tho’ the mixing desk somewhat overly heavied on the decibels from the speakers. Frankly, her voice was very good and if he hadn’t had the backing up so loud she probably wouldn’t’ve needed a mic. The DJ who was on during her breaks was even more heavy handed on the decibels  – when will these folk realise that music does not need to be that LOUD in a small enclosed environment.

Okay that was the last rant for 2018.

New Year’s Day saw R and I walking at Seaton (Cornwall) sea front. I felt right at home steering R0X down a narrow, twisty windy to the beach and just after we’d parked illegally on double yellows the sun chose to come out to play. The warmth that came with the sun’s appearance must’ve convinced the sandflies that spring had arrived as the damn things swarmed everywhere. LWD was covered, R got one in her eye and I tried desperately to breathe through my blocked nose (I’m now into week 5 of the cold and cough from hell) to avoid swallowing a mouthful. Apart from that we had a great walk and lunch; R did impressively well on her new knee especially as she’d spent a fair bit of the previous evening dancing.

Seaton (Cornwall) January 1st 2019

So an auspicious start to the New Year for me and only six weeks to the start of my next trip … France, Spain, Portugal, Spain, France, Italy, France, Germany and Denmark; I figure in the event of a No Deal Brexit they’ve got to find me before they can deport me!

Happy New Year dear regular readers! (I think there may be more than one of you) I hope 2019 will see you and yours happy and healthy throughout.

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Nation Five.

So on a misty, grey, drizzly, yucky cold day reminiscent of England, the border into Portugal was crossed and we are back in Proper Time – Greenwich Mean Time that is. It sounds silly but I wanted to make sure that I got to Portugal for New Year’s Eve just so that I’ll be sharing GMT with my nearest and dearest for the midnight hour – got to start 2016 with them even if I’m not with them …

I’ve reached the fifth nation of what I’ve dubbed my “Five Nations Tour 2015/16” – sort of like the Six Nations with one nation less and no rugby. (If you’re not English, French, Irish, Italian, Scots or Welsh and need an explanation just ask.) Unfortunately on this trip I’ve only visited three of the nations that take part in the Six Nations, England, Wales and France – maybe I can include Scotland as I’m visiting there at the end of April. Hmmm – p’raps I need to change the title of my tour …

Can’t remember if I previously expressed my disgust that my fridge is plastic and doesn’t attract magnets. “Fellas,” as Michael Caine’s script said, “I’ve got a great idea” – strip the magnets off the back and then attach the tiles previously known as fridge magnets to cupboard doors with blue tack. The first two from Sevilla are up. The original great idea, to put the magnets on the sides of the upper bunk, failed when I discovered that although metal coloured the bedsides are plastic too. In a phone call I stupidly told K of my desire to be reunited with all my fridge magnets which have remained on her fridge, previously known as mine; I think that, along with my Santas, she has permanent designs on them. Just think tho’ K, the fridge is very crowded with both yours and mine – you’ll have room for more new ones of your own!

Tavira,  first stop in Portugal

Thank you all for your support and comments during 2015. I wish you all a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year.

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