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Monday, June 13, 2016

So much to say, so little time.

Sorry for the absence, hope to write more later tonight, but just in case:  We are well and still move.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Smooth and Shady Stevie

He is neither upset, anxious, nervous, angry or sad: emotionless.  That is how it seems through the sticky motorcycle helmet. Never rode so much as owned a motorcycle, but the helmet was his solution.

Stevie laboriously plods through the square to the alley dragging a half filled rubbish bin behind him navigating the well worn path through the hazy visor.  He empties bins multiple times daily. Many more than necessary.   It wasn't always this way. 


Todays treat, a half drank warm box of wine that explodes on contact with the helmet.  Stevie, without hesitation, picks up the box and continues with his obligations unfazed.  Again, it wasn't always like this however Stevie doesn't remember when it started.  

"Why must the bins be emptied when they are only half full?",  "Who has the time to pick me out of the crowd?", "How they hell are they always so accurate?",  "Why me?", are questions Stevie never thinks to ask…, anymore.

Oh yeah Grenelda cut through just under 300 miles like a lumberjack on speed after some top-tips from

Grenada waiting for her prey in stealth mode

Frog on the other hand, is ready for Monaco and is getting there one way or another tonight.

Frog in Monaco

Monday, June 6, 2016

Door to Door

Night one was in Honfleur

After some taunting and Frogs quiet time,

we managed a small stop over in Le Mont St Michel we are settled in at site number two.

Everyone is safe and well taken care of enjoying to sun and the invaders are relishing in the c'est magnifique Weeeee-Feee,

Sunday, June 5, 2016


As expected everything has gone according to plan'ish. Blue lines represent about 3 hours of planning a month ago - green dots represent reality:

More to come when the connection is better but in the meantime some introductions: Grenelda, the Green Reaper and crew - Captain Bill and first mate Stuff your Sorrows in a Sack: