Zoom Zoom Zoom
On Sunday there was the annual air show so throughout the later part of the week we have had various planes flying low over the town practicing their displays.
Normally I LOVE this sort of thing and I scream 'airplane' or 'chopper chopper' whilst pointing frantically at the sky. However, they were very loud and very low. It was very very scary.
It spooked me so much that I demanded to sit on mum or dad 's lap asking them to 'keep me warm' by grabbing their arms and forcing them to hug me as soon as I heard a whisper of an airplane. This was because we were at the beach on a cold windy day on the first occasion they flew over so I thought that when they wrapped me up it was because of the planes.
As an aside, the whole town was heaving with people coming in to see the air display on Sunday afternoon. It was so busy that all the roads were extremely congested with people parking along the side reducing the road to a single lane.
There were people wondering everywhere. Every single space where you could see an open patch of sky was littered with people; some were even sitting on the bonnets of their cars.
To combat this influx of people (both local and tourists) the town was cordoned off by the police. This meant that if you wanted to go out and then back to your apartment you were questioned at every corner that lead towards the residential areas. It was worth the hassel as it meant that around our appartment it was reasonably quiet even when the partying began.
Mum and dad were a tad disappointed with the show on Sunday. This was because there wasn't much of a display (only about 5 fly overs) and they'd seen it all in the practice days.
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Marauding Invaders
We would often go to the beach after dinner as it was so light that no one could sleep.
On one occasion we were out quite early and most people were just leaving the beach to have dinner. This meant that there were lots of sandcastles to jump on.
It was absolutely fantastic!
We would often go to the beach after dinner as it was so light that no one could sleep.
On one occasion we were out quite early and most people were just leaving the beach to have dinner. This meant that there were lots of sandcastles to jump on.
It was absolutely fantastic!
At one point we saw a family who were packing up and had a
massive sandcastle next to them.
Not only were the children very concerned but also their parents, that we would destroy their efforts as they watched us approach. I think they had seen Alex and me attacking other peoples castles. ;)
They wouldn’t leave their castle until we walked past and then they waited on the path to the beach until we’d gone along way past.
Mum and dad wouldn't let us attack their castle as they could see the the other children would be very upset.
Not only were the children very concerned but also their parents, that we would destroy their efforts as they watched us approach. I think they had seen Alex and me attacking other peoples castles. ;)
They wouldn’t leave their castle until we walked past and then they waited on the path to the beach until we’d gone along way past.
Mum and dad wouldn't let us attack their castle as they could see the the other children would be very upset.
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Candles
We had arrived about 4pm to our overnight stop - Bourges.
As it was stilll quite early and both Alexander and I were sick of sitting in the car, mum and dad decided to go into the old part of town where a major feature was the town cathedral.
It was quite ornate and large with exceptionally detailed stain glass windows though this was lost on Alexander and me as we just wanted to run around.
There were candles throughout the cathedral. Big ones, small ones, fat ones and skinny ones. They flickered gently as gusts of wind came into the cathedral when the people entered the doors.
All I wanted to do was to blow out the candles; just like we do with a birthday cake.
Mum wouldn't let me! She was such a spoil sport!
We had arrived about 4pm to our overnight stop - Bourges.
As it was stilll quite early and both Alexander and I were sick of sitting in the car, mum and dad decided to go into the old part of town where a major feature was the town cathedral.
It was quite ornate and large with exceptionally detailed stain glass windows though this was lost on Alexander and me as we just wanted to run around.
There were candles throughout the cathedral. Big ones, small ones, fat ones and skinny ones. They flickered gently as gusts of wind came into the cathedral when the people entered the doors. All I wanted to do was to blow out the candles; just like we do with a birthday cake.
Up Chuck
On the route from Paris to our destination we went through a mountain range and then the valley near the town of Millau where there is a viaduct bridge. There were lots and lots of windy roads.
Just before driving onto the bridge I
began to feel unwell. As I am too young to realise what was about to happen, I started to whine and calling for mum.
Unfortuanately, she was thinking I was just tired of sitting so tried to distract me but this proved to no avail.
Then on the bridge I started crying. Not that "I'm mildly upset" nor the "I've had enough" sort of cry but the one where you honestly and truly are terrified because you just don't know what happened. Furthermore, you know whatever "it" was is not meant to be happening.
Mum turned back to look at me only to discover that I’d thrown up all over myself and the car seat. It wasn't very pleasant and was extremely upset; so much so that I wanted to climb out and into mummy's arms for comfort.
It was another 15 minutes before we could
find an exit off the motorway and then a little layby so that we could get
out.
Dad was left to clean out the car whilst plaquating Alexander who was disturbed by my sobs and the fact that he was the only one left in the car. With the car moderately cleaned along with mum and me changed we continued our journey.
Obviously, we were all distracted by the events inside the car that we missed the wonderful bridge views and the architecture.
On the route from Paris to our destination we went through a mountain range and then the valley near the town of Millau where there is a viaduct bridge. There were lots and lots of windy roads.
Unfortuanately, she was thinking I was just tired of sitting so tried to distract me but this proved to no avail.
Then on the bridge I started crying. Not that "I'm mildly upset" nor the "I've had enough" sort of cry but the one where you honestly and truly are terrified because you just don't know what happened. Furthermore, you know whatever "it" was is not meant to be happening.
Mum turned back to look at me only to discover that I’d thrown up all over myself and the car seat. It wasn't very pleasant and was extremely upset; so much so that I wanted to climb out and into mummy's arms for comfort.
As soon as I was out of the seat I jumped into mum's arms and
refused to let go. Mum was then covered in
vomit. We can only assume it was the up
and down of the hills with the pressure change, and maybe some milk which could've been on the turn, just a few minutes before being sick that had caused the issue as I was
fine as soon as I threw up.
Dad was left to clean out the car whilst plaquating Alexander who was disturbed by my sobs and the fact that he was the only one left in the car. With the car moderately cleaned along with mum and me changed we continued our journey.
Obviously, we were all distracted by the events inside the car that we missed the wonderful bridge views and the architecture.
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