Rosie Trying to Speak French on TV
The kids sabotage the filming (off stage). See how annoyed Mr Millard gets!
One down, five to go
Examine the two photos below. The first is us leaving St Pierre et Miquelon in the freezing, wet and thick fog. The second is taken some 40 hours later (after a stop over in Halifax, Nova Scotia) and shows us arriving in Martinique, also a French overseas territory (actually a Department) in the sweltering heat. Read More…
Having a lovely time in the fog
Well, they said it would come, and it has. No sooner had we checked into the wonderful Hotel Iris in tiny St Pierre (loads of room, little kitchen, tres comfy beds) than the fog rolled in off the coast and even the lighthouse at the bottom of the street was obscured. It’s no wonder they call this the graveyard of the North Atlantic – over 600 shipwrecks are dotted around the treacherous coastline of around this island. Read More…
Rosie and family getting at one with nature
Hoorah! Out of the cubby hole under the stairs in St Pierre and off on a speeding ferry to sister island Miquelon. On the way, the hardy family saw two whales and experienced one instantaneous vomiting, so I think that makes us slightly ahead. Visiting Miquelon, population 600, is like being at the end of the world. Or the beginning. Either way, its like a pioneer village with the ocean lapping at either side of the strip on which it is built, and seals popping out to say hello.
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How to get around the world without spending MUCH money
Blimey, but it’s tres cher here in St Pierre et Miquelon. Because everything is imported, but even so. The salaries of the employees here are as inflated as the cost of living, but what do the tourists do? Only gaze in envious awe as the St Pierre townsfolk drive around their tiny city in brand new 4×4′s, doubtless planning extensions to their brightly coloured clapboarded houses or thinking of when they will next visit the brand new hospital- or maybe the vast, heated and under used swimming pool, or perhaps the sparkling Francoforum for language studies. Read More…
In sunny St Pierre et Miquelon where even the milk is imported from 4000 miles away
Here we are, then, visiting our first of the French overseas empire. And what do you know – it’s very French. By that I mean rude hotel staff, toilets which are broken and croissants which are utterly delicious. We are all staying, that is the children, Mr Millard, and myself, in a single room which is part of a Butlins-style motel. Well and good, except for last night. Read More…
Our journey begins on the Caledonian Road
“WHERE are you going?” asked the friendly woman on the 17 bus. “Round the world” answered Lucien, 4, excitedly. The woman collapsed with laughter. Well, you would, wouldn’t you? Particularly as we had about 15 bags with us. Hardly travelling light. We nearly didn’t make it to the end of the road. And as for “I am only using hand luggage” – well, that was a great principle. We still have a majority of hand luggage, its just we have a LOT of hand luggage. Read More…
What I think about when running
Am reading the Murakami book on running, its SO inspirational. Makes me want to do the Paris marathon next year.
Growing my hair
Alright, flattery has done it. To those nice people who stay up late and watch This Week. I’m growing my hair.
Does it make any difference to what I say? Probably not, but you know people apparently only take in 20% of what you say on TV. The other 80% is taken up with noting hair, fashion, etc etc.
26 miles no worries
Well, not really. Indeed, I’ve been a bit sniffy about blogs in the past. You have to forgive me. I grew up in the era of platform boots the FIRST time round. Anyway, I’ve swapped trendy footgear for trainers right now as I am in the depths of marathon training which is GRIM.. Never, never again, I chant to myself as I speed around the delightful terrain of Islington in the early hours of the morning. Never again. Read More…
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