A BIT ABOUT WHERE I COME FROM
...the
scruffy wild thing, right at the front, that was me at 5 !
EARLY
YEARS...CAMPING WILD EVERY JULY BY THE SEA, SURROUNDED BY WILD HORSES
AND BULLS, OFTEN ENGULFED IN THE MISTRAL WINDS, EATEN UP ALIVE
BY SEA
SALT, SAND AND SUN, OUR TENT LIKE A SAIL SURFING ON OUR RESCUE
ISLAND OF DUGGED DOWN TRENCHES AGAINST THE NIGHTLY UPREDICTABLE RISING
SEAS
AND TEMPESTS,
SOMEWHERE ON THE SEASHORE AND AMONGST WAVES AND WHITE DUNES
OF THE CAMARGUES ON THE MEDITTERANEE...DRINKING WATER WAS SOME ONE
HOUR WALK AWAY,
EVERY DAY,
THE
SEA
SO BLUE AND US, A DARK CHOCOLATE
BROWN HAPPY FAMILY...
the young smily one
(2nd from the bottom)
....
AN AUGUST IN BRITANY IN A 'MILLENIUM' FAMILY HOLIDAY VILLAGE IN
A
BRAND NEW CARAVAN ! NO MORE OF US HANGING MONKEYS HOLDING THE TENT
ANCHORED!!! THE BEST WAS DOMINIQUE, AN OLDER BROTHER GEARED UP
WITH HIS BRAND NEW RACING
SAILING
BOAT AND ADVENTURING WITH HIM IN A RAGING OCEAN WITH FOUR METRE HIGH
WAVES, THE BOAT AND US ON BOARD MADLY DISAPPEARING IN BETWEEN THEM
EVERY
OTHER
FEW SECONDS...WHILST MY LITTLE BODY WAS SUPPOSED TO HANG
RIGHT OUT OF THE BOAT TO KEEP IT UPRIGHT!...I WAS SO PROUD TO BE SO
STRONG AND YET SO TERRIFIED BY THIS MONSTER OF THE ATLANTIC WHICH
WENT THROUGH ME AS I WENT THROUGH IT!
Before a swim in the Drome river in France...
THE
DROME IS (OR WAS) MY SECOND HOME IN FRANCE. I LOVE THE REGION, CLIMATE
AND LANDSCAPE. I HAD A HUGE
HOUSE IN A VILLAGE
WHICH I SPENT ALL MY HOLIDAYS REBUILDING, BIT BY BIT... IN BEWTEEN
TRIPS TO THE NUMEROUS BUILDERS YARDS AND THE DUMP WE WENT TO THE
RIVER DROME AND
HAD COUNTLESS SWIMS, DIVES, BARBECUES AND DRIFT WOOD NIGHT FIRES WITH
STAR FILLED SKIES MOMENTS..NOT TO FORGET THE RECKLESSLY EXHAUSTING
DESCENTS OF THE TORRENT BY
KAYAK...THE SPONTANEOUS AND NUMEROUS FAMILY GATHERINGS, THE CLAIRETTE
DE DIE AND THE MOST ELECTIFYING FREEKY STORMS IN THE MIDST OF HOT SUMMERS
BLUE & BLACK SKIES.
This was my house in the Drome....untill recently!
What people say about me..