In which Husband has a good idea

Next year to celebrate our fortieth wedding anniversary Husband has suggested recreating our honeymoon. Sort of.

For our actual honeymoon we drove to the south of France in my Morris Traveller and camped; for the recreation we will stay in style - with Eurocamp. We took several Eurocamp holidays when the children were young. Basically you travel to the camp site where a ready-erected large well-equipped tent is waiting for you. They were very relaxing and enjoyable holidays although I did say if we went again I'd want a caravan (with its own toilet). It seems that most of the sites Husband is investigating have caravans but, 'we may have to stay in tents on one or two.' Hm, we'll see how many that one or two becomes.

But anyway I think it's a brilliant idea, travelling at a slower pace - and without children to be entertained in the back of the car - taking our time seeing France. 

I approve.

And with a bit of luck we won't come back from holiday on the verge of divorce this time. 

I didn't cope well with the heat and then the Moggy developed a leak in its radiator. That combined with the very hot weather meant not only stopping every few miles to top up her water but having to have the heating on in the car at full blast to reduce heat on the engine. Stress levels reached previously unheard-of peaks.

P.S. We actually spent the first night of our married life in the wonderfully glamorous steel-town of Port Talbot, ten miles up the road. 

The one about order and chaos

You know what vineyards look like? Like this one in Italy, right?

Think again. Here's a vineyard in Lanzarote.

The same wonderfully ordered rows but this time the individual vines are grown in holes each with its own wind barrier.

You can't see very well in the photo below but, as in Italy, the hills are covered with the same neat arrangements. 

We spotted a vineyard for sale but as Husband said, 'It would be awfully hard work.'

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Unlike the vines I am anything but orderly. Chaos has a habit of following me.

Thus it was no surprise that I walked into a plate glass door nose first. Or that as I turned and stumbled away squeaking in pain I tripped over a table.

A little more surprising that i had a strange effect on the hotel restaurant toaster. I say that rather than saying that I broke it because I don't think it was really broken.

One morning I decided to have scrambled eggs on toast so I popped my bread into the toaster, you know the sort ...

Except the toast coming out of the bottom was rather more tanned than that. I like mine just lightly coloured so I had the brilliant idea of turning down the temperature.

Resulting in warm bread. I turned it up again and had the same result: warm white bread. I was holding up the queue so I hurriedly snook the toast onto my plate and casually wandered away.

As we left the restaurant much later I noticed a woman standing staring in confusion at her warm bread. What could I say? Nothing obviously.