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Take Me To The Inn At Whitewell


Should I ever have a nervous breakdown, and, strike it lucky on the Postcode Lottery, I'll be knocking at the door at The Inn at Whitewell. I couldn't think of a more apt place to get away from it all than there. If you've never been, it's the most beautiful countryside inn tucked away in tranquil rural  Lancashire. Think green hills, tweeting birds and stillness. Not much to do except enjoy the view ... and the food ... and the drink ... and the Molton Brown toiletries ... 

Something Witty About A Bike


Hello again. I want to tell you about a new love in my life. A corker of a bike, a Pashley Britannia (good old Cycle to Work Scheme coming in handy for you there). Ten minutes or so and my commute to work is done, fifteen if I've over filled the basket and my bag bounces out cycling up a curb (actual event). 

Picking your stuff up off the street is a bad start to anyones day.

"Don't mind me, nothing to see here."

Crapping in Cannes

A true story ... regrettably

Hello pals, how's tricks? I do hope all is well in your world and that your summer is passing a little slower than mine, which is slipping away in a blur. There's been a hint of the melancholy about me this last week, post holiday and all that. By day I've been accepting my fate (as an administrator), and by night I've been off to bed early with Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse, grieving over the unexpected loss of who I took to be the protagonist, Mrs Ramsay. If it's not one thing, it's another.

I have no doubt that your heart goes out to me, what with settling back into work after a break in the Côte d'Azur, but please, no cards or flowers.

At least this weeks post takes me back, momentarily, to the South of France, for one last visit, which incidentally is just what I paid, before boarding the train thankfully out of Cannes. Allow me to explain.
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