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…”

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…”

Overpacked and Unlucky…

Today I have come to realise one very important fact: I do not have the luck of the rabbit’s foot when it comes to team games. Having a family mostly born and raised in East London, and coming from Essex I am an avid (in not knowledgeable) supporter of West Ham United football team (comeContinue reading “Overpacked and Unlucky…”