and realised the battery of his camera was near flat.
Note to Olympus. I love your camera, really. But if you are going to bother equipping it with a charge meter, it may be slightly more practical to have greater indication between 'full' and 'empty'.
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So, a day trip to Mont St. Michel.
An early start for a drive through the, now familiar, Norman fog... bursting out into clear sunlit blue as the Mont rose out of the rolling green landscape on the horizon. For those as yet not fortunate enough to have experienced this, I recommend putting on a copy of Lord of the Rings and fast forwarding to a suitably dramatic moment of a horseback approach to Minis Tirith.
Its like that, only perhaps made more dramatic and bizzare by fact that the mont does not rise out of an appropriately fantastic landscape, but out of a modern pasture criss-crossed by motor ways.
Theres little so effective at inspiring drama as incongruity.
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After the last few days of low, a moments amelioration.
Some time to sit quiet, in reflection beneath the shadow of the stern stone walls of the Abbey.
A sun dappled garden, and the opportunity to escape the sounds of mass tourism, left only with my thoughts and the sounds of chattering birds.
Before me, the meandering sands stretch into the fog-obscured distance.
Those same thoughts that weighed so heavily for the last few days, dissipate into the crisp foggy blue... I am able to just sit content, and munch my baguette, my soul well fed with homemade pate, onion jam, cornichon and camembert.
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A day nourished by french food, language, countryside, history... and generosity, in the person of my French Mum, Dominique.
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