So yes, after getting through yesterday, the holiday was great- the French Alps are beautiful- the picture above shows the view we woke up to each morning from our tent. Lac d'Annecy is stunning, as you can see from this picture I took from the top of Col de la Forclaz...
We swam, we sunbathed, we cycled the length of it (some of us), we drank the wine and the red/white Kronenbourg, we ate the cheese and the baguettes, we shopped at Carrefore and wandered round Annecy's old town. I had plans to go to Italy for a day and see Mont Blanc up close but some days we didn't get any further than the campsite pool. And most days it was 33c so why bother? Next time eh?
This was song of the holiday. Having driven 600km down the autoroutes to get there and shared the stereo with the daughter I can report that Now!85 is vastly more tolerable than Now!82 (which I suffered last summer). In fact I sit here as a self confessed Get Lucky fan, a partial Blurred Lines fan and a Selina Gomez convert. But each night the activity tent blared out the Icona Pop song I Don't Care- a pile-driving Euro-techno hymn to irresponsibility, good times and youth; although frankly driving your car into a bridge and watching it burn does no-one's insurance premiums any good and the whole bit about him being from the seventies and her being a nineties' bitch is seedy to say the least. But maybe I'm overanalysing it. It is at the very least a fantastic pop song.
Off into work now- A level results come out today (too early I feel, the 15th, should be later in the month).
PS- just noticed that this is my 1800th post. 1800- lunacy.
