Chew Bacca's Orifice

The Munts arrive in Brizzle and we zip off to Wookey Hole. Caves good. Additional 'fun park' a little much. Good to spend time with the Munts though and also good for Dan to have a taste of the wine we brougt back. I say 'taste' and mean 'several bottles'. Thank goodness we only bough rocket fuel.


Many of the photos are blurred, mainly because the kids are whirlwinds.

After Wookey Hole we came back home via Cheddar Gorge a quite beautiful place that has been so compromised by businesses selling appaling tat to neanderthals that it's enough to make you puke.

Westonbirt with Mother.

The weekend we arrive back from France is supposed to be the beginning of Autumn so I pop along to The National Arbouretum with mother to see the Japanese Maples in their autumn finery. No joy as this is the warmest autumn for some time so we were a bit early. We took some treasures home for Rolfy who was a still a bit ill with the poison of the French.

France Day 5 - Dinner & Mal Manger

Our last day in France and we decided to go to the local Auberge for lunch as it was recommended by the landlady of our petit maison du vacances. As per usual, we entered into the spirit fully, consulting the dictionaire and ordering stuff we'd never heard of. It was the worst food we had while we were in France and I got very sick.

Then we had the 3 hour drive back to the Ferry in the morning after a night of constant Ertha Kitts, interspersed with multicolour yawns into the great white telephone. When we arrived in Cherbourg I looked like this.

And then when we get across the channel, after travelling about 160 miles in France (about 3 hours) we have to go 80 miles on pony English roads - 3 hours. They may have poisoned us and they haven't fought a good war since Napoleon shuffled off this mortal coil, but by crickey, Johnny Frenchman knows how to sort out the traffic.