Hard Travelin'

Back in Blighty after long, long, road trip from St Jean de Monts. Very small town in the Vendee region of France, just south of Brittany.
It's the home of some Muscadet wine and salt - yes, salt - and not much else. But good time was had by all. The boy got to swim a lot, play football a lot and make many friends a lot.
The weather was weird - one minute sun blasting away, while the next the rain was pissing down. Luckily, there were a few days of uninterrupted sunshine, which put a little bit of colour on my skin. I wasted far too much time on reading three really crap books. But the Pelecanos, DBC Pierre and Elmore Leonard gear that I also read made up for that.
Good news on the return - Millwall have notched up their third win on the trot, superb.
And, even better, watched Celtic beat the anti-democratic anti-republicans this afternoon. Not a great game by any standards - but, fuck it, beating those disgusting fuckers in any way is positive, ain't it?