I don't know why but whenever im in france i eat so many pies - and i dont mean metaphorically.
there is an abundance of croissants, pain au chocolat, filet de boeuf, frites, and all manner of things that send me into a pirahna like frenzy. ah well, progress not perfection. i am still beautiful (on the inside).
had fabulous day on the boat - there is a tiny island with a monastary on it where we had lunch - (see? more eating) and some gentle motoring about, tomorrow, we are on my cornish crabber. i promise to take pics. i quite unconciously hum, wistle, sing ' a life on the ocean wave"whilst sailing, much to petes annoyance, who hates humming of any kind.
ma famille arrive samedi soir, and i am looking forward to spending some time with them - more pies im sure - and movies with my nephew in the cinema. whilst out on the boat friday we saw someone testing out a new gadget. a back pack that sucks up water and then ejects it at such a force that it propels you up to 8 metres in the air, like james bond. this guy was literally hovering above the sea. it also dives apparently. they cost 130,000 euros, so ive ordered 2. for fucks sake. whats wrong with a snorkel mask and flippers? in my day we made do with a net and a lilo.
thats all, just did some yoga. when i did the warrior pose skrappy barked like a rottweiller for about 10 mins. which of course didnt interrupt my serenity and meditation at all.
yeah - right,
love rachel x