Sun, sweat and tears…

For any of you lovely readers that haven’t read my biking post…I am currently living in the middle of bloody nowhere. Like Antarctica sort of no where. Well maybe not Antarctica…France actually…but house-in-the-middle-of-a-field-with-no-neighbours kind of nowhere. It’s remote okay. We woke up one morning and Rachel decided that she’d come down with a severe caseContinue reading “Sun, sweat and tears…”

Tour de France…

On our Tuesday off we decided we would make like the French and go for a bike ride through the sunflower fields. We’d have the wind in our hair and and a baguette in our baskets. A soundtrack of French music would be playing softly in the background. French boys would wave from their balconiesContinue reading “Tour de France…”

Voyage-ing…

Since we arrived in the land of sunshine and cigarettes we (we being me and Rachel, my parter in crime for the duration of this working holiday) have been on a couple of trips into civilisation. First came Cognac for the Blues Festival. Well I say Blues Festival. We didn’t actually have tickets. Instead ofContinue reading “Voyage-ing…”

Oops I did it again…

A week ago I (very literally) crash landed into La Rochelle airport (thanks Ryanair) to begin my working holiday in the South of France. Yes, I really did do it again. Whoops. #I’mABloggerGetMeOutOfHere. The baby poo and sleepless nights of Spain apparently just weren’t enough to deter this…err…serial…working-holiday-ist? from another summer in the sun. YesContinue reading “Oops I did it again…”

I got it from my mamma…

So they say…the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. And in my family, that’s a whole bunch of crazy apples. To celebrate my mums official welcome into Wombledom, aka her 50th birthday; we planned on throwing her a big surprise 80s fancy dress party. I decided to go for a bleached shorts, crop top,Continue reading “I got it from my mamma…”