Saturday, 12 September 2015

• Pretending For A Little While •

Don't even say the dreaded 'A' word. I can't even contemplate the possibility of summer ending just yet...

Friday, 11 September 2015

• Qui N’avance Pas, Recule •

On occasion, my life upgrades to moderately interesting. Interspersed upon the mundane, the lackadaisical, the inevitability of the dull the dreary the downright dismal, I do something worthwhile. And when the wind blows in the right direction, I go somewhere worthwhile. This time, my worthwhile happened to be Arles. 

Arles is a city in the South of France. It's nothing luxurious, but a corner of the world where it's beautifully sunny and indisputably French. After ten days I was set out to move out there, but alas, Cardiff will always be waiting for me...