A slice of life in France
This is another little insight into the history of where we came from both physically and intellectually (… well mentally).
During a much needed holiday – this day in 1992 – we visited a tourist attraction in Florida – no not Disney, nor Universal Studios, not even Busch Gardens – although during the holiday we did visit each of these but – on this actual day in 1992 – we visited the Dali Museum in St Petersburg.
Joan has – without fail – kept a daily written journal for the last 30 odd years… and as we’re now finally unpacking boxes and moving rooms around here we found them and have spent a couple of evenings reliving some of the funnier things we’d been up to in the past… they’re a treasure-trove of delights and stuffed with some worthy source material for the odd blog entry.
Now, our usual fayre here involves renovating the old buildings, gardening, livestock, my kitchen exploits and all things rural and French.. but.. it wasn’t always so. For the casual reader who probably doesn’t know us that well here’s a little slice of the backstory that ultimately led to a life in France.
So, in this, the first of an infrequent series of random blasts from the past on the anniversary of 25th October 1989… the one where Adrian never ended up working for the BBC.
