Author: Christopher Bounds

This is the first entry for two days: I didn’t tell the story of the trip from Avignon, but the new TVGs are something that you have to experience for yourself. Seeing a whole...

This was a funny day and unfortunately Paula’s email was the perfect summary. As I claim some contributory rights, I am going to quote it here as soon as we get back – I...

Monday 12 January brought with it a reminder that we are only a week from departing home – ah, the joys of Heathrow and the torture tube! It was time to get our roller...

I’ve reached the stage of the trip where I’m hanging out for a beer and English TV. This must mean that it’s time start thinking of England, even though we have travelled to the...

It’s Saturday night and we are both bushed, not because of the day — which was uplifting and hilarious at once — but because the last hour of our journey back to Lyon in...

It’s Friday evening, the ninth, and we are in Lyon after travelling hal way across France. There doesn’t seem to be a to write about in the last two days, yet we have travelled...

Lunch was in Peronne, which has absorbed Mont St Quentin and happens to be Sylvestre’s home town. It was getting a bit grey and we were pleased that he insisted that we enjoy une...

I have very mixed feelings about this day; certainly, I had looked forward to it as another immersion in the history of the Great War, but I hadn’t banked on the depth of the...

I should be more upset: the cherished dream of visiting Ypres and Fromelles evaporated because our assumption that Avis in Amien could provide a GPS navigator proved unfounded. But given the weather and road...

It’s the fifth of January and we have made our way to Amiens through a rare Parisian snowfall. Normandy was cold enough to leave frost on the road side through the day, but as...