Where to start. Shall I describe our attempts to buy some swimming trunks for Andy while Millie ran around the shop, opening the changing room curtain and revealing all to the world and me completely immobile with laughter at him actually wearing said swimming trunks. Or perhaps I could launch into the story about the navigator (Andy) who used a hiking trail map to direct his wife into the scenic hills in a car that doesn't look like it could make it to the end of the road. After finding themselves on a rather hairy, rocky precipice they realised that the view was sensational but that they really needed to get out of there. Millie decided it was all too much so went to sleep. The day wound up with a very pleasant swim at the thermal baths of Rennes-les-bains, though it is hard to swim whilst wetting one's self at one's husband in hot pink striped, floral swimming trunks. I'll spare you the photo, unless requested of course.
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| Veiw #1 from hiking trail |
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| View #2 from hiking trail |
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| Piscine at Rennes-les-bains |
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