See the thing with LJ memes is, I generally don't partake. I am not trying to be a sourpuss or anything, I just know in my heart of hearts that that way lies madness, since they are a) designed to self-propagate, b) infinite in supply. By definition then, they are agents of our own demise; an unending viral cycle which, once entered into,
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A faultless trip. Red Fred duly farewelled in Shanklin, 30 mins wait, the little train to Ryde, 30 mins wait, the Fast Cat to Plymouth and finally - after 3 ½ hours wait -- on to the ‘Bretagne’, the Britanny Ferry which was to bring me to France.
And what a surprise! I had expected a ship on the lines of the one which brought me from Jersey. Not so! No container-cum-ferry this one, but a regular luxury liner! More restaurants, bars and shops per square foot than QE2 of my seadays. I was almost intimidated. However, I was not there to shop or eat, but to voyage and sleep and, after a soothing Guinness or three, that’s what I did, awakening just in time for a shower, a shave and a bit of a queue, before disembarking comfortably in St Malo.
Brian was at the ferry to meet me, and to lead me to our hotel, the Bristol Union, in the heart of ‘old’ St Malo. We ate a very hearty ‘Continental’ breakfast in Paris: Bet your Paris Holiday on the U.S. Economy… inclusive of the cheese and sausage which I’d always connected ( ... )
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