Ain’t No Mountain High Enough
19th July 2013
So last week I went on holiday to the south of France. My journey there was had a suprising lack of stress. Although the one thing I literally said before I got on the place was, “As long as there isn’t a screaming baby on this flight it should be fine…” Literally, what happens? The loudest baby known to man is crying THE WHOLE JOURNEY. That’s not even an exaggeration. I don’t even understand how it didn’t tire itself out.
The trip itself was amazing! As you can see from the pic below, we were in the middle of the Pyrannese mountains, probably the most peaceful place I have ever been to in my life. The water was taken directly from the mountains so it was extremely pure and was apparently very “cleansing.” The food was amazing; I’ve never eaten so much cheese in my life! The nearest neighbour was a couple who run their own goat farm and make their own cheese, which was handy. As it was in the mountains, it was so dark at night that literally you couldn’t see anything (which sounds stupid, but in London, it is never properly dark).
Peaceful, tranquil and silent.