Bonjour mes amis, je partir pour la belle France c'est soir! And for those of you who can't read my badly written French, I'm off to France this evening. Off for a week with my Leviche de Landes soap and salts, wish me luck guys!
I know it is a mad, mad time to skip off to France. I have all those Christmas fairs looming up in just a scant few weeks. But what the hell, I've written out a timetable of work to do when I get back, so all being well should be able to get everything done as planned.
So I'm off to catch up with my bestest buddies Ann and Martin and all my lovely new friends over in Landes. We'll be hitting a brocante at the weekend in search of gorgeous goodies at amazing prices – I hope, keeping the wine trade in business, riding fabulous horses and maybe even selling some soap! Time out of time between the trade stuff (done and ticked off the list) and the Christmas fairs looming up on the horizon.
For anyone that thinks I must be rolling in cash to jet off to France like this, I have to let you down, I ain't no jet-setter. No, I am a Ryan Air gal through and through. My max price on a flight is about £20, this time it is £5.
Did anyone see the Panorama documentary last night about Ryan Air. Wow, the boss seems a bit hyper doesn't he. Anyway for all their extra charges for everything from luggage to check in, I have to say I'm all for them. I just travel with one carry-on bag and nothing else, check in on laptop at home, turn up at airport and jump on plane. I can see how people who have lots of luggage get upset about the extra charges, but for a 'no frills' airline i think they are great. I certainly wouldn't be able to buzz back and forth to France like this if I had to pay 'normal' ticket prices. You just have to wear less clothes while you're away – or like me this time, wear about fifteen layers so you look somewhat like the Micheline Man whilst traveling, and then you have your wardrobe on your back. Slightly hot I admit, but plenty of padding.
I'm so, so glad I 'found' France this year, it is my place of sanity and slow-down, where I can just be me and get myself together. Everyone has their special place, somewhere they love to be. Of course in an ideal world your first thought for special place should be 'home', sometimes it just doesn't work out that way.
So here I go, camera poised to bore you to death with yet more piccies when I get back. Miss me while I am gone, I shall miss you.