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September 2, 2007 by Mike
I've taken a holiday from my strenuous work for a few days.
I've been on the bike a lot, but following my nose rather than the coastline. Inland. Sweeping, fast roads; cracked farmlanes with grass growing through broken tarmac and right-angled turns at the edge of fields of dying sunflowers. I've eaten some appalling French food rather than cooking appalling food of my own. Rode to a strikingly beach on a hot afternoon but I didn't get my toes wet. Ate some more; drank a bit; wandered; laughed; spent Sunday morning in bed. Relaxed. Happy. Very happy.
It's been.. just the best weekend.
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