Across the pond

Well, that’s how it seems to me. Ax-les-Therms is roughly the same height as Snowdon, the highest mountain in Wales, which is where I spent my first holidays in my boyhood. The house of our friends overlooks the town, standing by the side of the railway line into Andorra. My grandson had the same feeling. It is a spectacular place to play ‘I’m the king of the castle’.

This picture is a week old, because I had no wi-fi in Ax. Now able to catch up from this house in Toulouse, where I have been strolling by the river and enjoying not being in a French hospital. The weather has changed. The sun is no longer beating down. A cool breeze is blowing through the house this afternoon and any minute now we shall have some rain. But it would take more than rain to dampen the spirits of a reprieved man.

I may even do another blog today.