Here, you see a big chicken on a roundabout. The big chicken has several significations for me personally. Firstly, let me point out that the name brings back fond memories. We nicknamed a guy The Big Chicken years ago when …
Today, I went to a tractor-pulling-stuff competition. Conveniently, it was on the way back from Dijon, where I had been to visit friends. Fellow author and now friend, Francesca, alerted me to the competition here, so off I went, expecting, …
I’ve just come back from a quick visit to a friend in Zermatt. What an experience. After an amazing drive through the Alps (including an odd roundabout stuck in the middle of a two-way road, without any other intersecting roads), …
After seeing the fresh snow at the end of June on the peaks of La Clusaz, some friends and I were motivated to do a road trip to Tignes for a day of skiing on the glacier. We arose at …
I just came back from an amazing weekend in a little village on the outskirts of Roanne, between Lyon and Clermont Ferrand. Six nationalities were involved (a Brit, Turk and Dutchman in a van on their way to Shanghai, an …
I’ve been in the north of France this week and I’ve noticed something about French food. Yes, it’s acclaimed as carefully crafted cuisine, created by chefs who take great pride in their work, but there is at least one exception …
So, you’ve been skiing for a week. You’ve had a great time with some fantastic snow conditions, and even the sun shone during the day while the snow fell at night. You’ve enjoyed the company of the lovely friends you …
If you’ve ever tried to learn the French language, chances are you know that most words are pronounced differently to how they’re spelt; for starters, the last letter is normally left off. For instance, “un chocolat chaud” is actually pronounced, …
I’ve been meaning to write about a few final places from my summer road trip which simply can’t be missed, or that at least deserve some comment. First of all, Lascaux II. If you’ve ever seen a prehistoric cave painting, …
The Coupe Icare (Icarus Cup) was held last weekend, just south of Chambéry. So, in our typical disorganised manner, we decided at 1am on Saturday night to spend Sunday watching the paragliders take part in the annual event. Although a …