Mister Bump UK

Summer Holiday

These last months I’ve had just one fixation,
Hatched a plan then made great preparation,
And I had it all nailed,
Caught the bus, train, then sailed,
Off to France for my summer vacation.

It’s the first time I’ve been away, solo, since my stroke. That’s eight years. I regard this as a big deal, une très grande chose.

So I’ll say nothing of the mountain of anxiety, which never used to be there, and just wade into a quick slideshow. This is one of my boltholes from my single days, chosen specifically again now, because of the proximity of everything. I’ve seen Saint Malo in the middle of December, when it hardly got light and I was pelted by rain, but it’s never looked better than last week.

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Divorced, grown/flown daughter. In life, I designed IT systems, taking a career break as a bicycle mechanic, until interrupted by a stroke in 2016, aged 48. As I convalesced, I combined the development of health-related apps with voluntary work, and began writing. After a stint working again in IT, I now write full-time, and use my blog space to let my hair down.

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    • yep, ideeal and with a cooling sea breeze. I love that sand/sea/rocks combo – you get that in a lot of south-western UK / north-western France. But just show me a wide expanse of “beach”, and I’m bored already 🙂

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    • Yeah, they came out well. I mean, they’re just snaps, but this phone takes decent pics. Once upon a time I’d have been lugging my SLR around, not any more. But I still have all the software I used when I used to take it seriously. Plus, the weather helped 🙂

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    • Thanks, Michele. Now… back to real life. Haircut yesterday, grocery delivery this morning and work again tomorrow. Cats have almost forgiven me – but I suspect it’ll be complete when they smell the chicken I ordered for them 🙂

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    • It was quite weird, I planned it to death, just coming from the perspective of “what do I do if x goes wrong?” I got a local bus and even followed things on Google Maps beforehand, just to make sure I had the locationof the bus stop nailed.
      I never used to be like that, always just used to wing it.
      I suppose I once had confidence that I could get myself out of anything I got myself into, where now I don’t.
      I can see why people give up on travelling, tbh. But I don’t want to do that, yet.

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