BALEARIC TIMES MON FRERES
T'other week the vibe was transplanted to the north of France or Normandy to be precise. It was a typically relaxing affair getting up at 3am to catch a ferry at 8 in the morn. We were very, very, very early for that fucking bastard boat.
But it was lovely - plenty of food, cards, wine, I even got my pins out (those are mine up there - svelte jah?) and we savoured the local brew - calvados - it's a bit like brandy but with more rotten apples and petrol. Other tings - the Normandy beaches, cemeteries, cheese, churches, beers, cheese and yet more cheese. Here's the photographic highlights...
Sentry flex
Decisions, decisions...
Calvados crazy
'We are having a great time!'
Trouble on the beach
Ladies + calvados = danger
Bayeux gargoyle flex
Outside the Museum of Peace - big girls the lot of them
On the way there...
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