Flinging myself about

Today’s guest picture comes from Venetia, my Somerset correspondent, who has been away in France.  The picture shows a charming boutique in Collanges-la-Rouge. A cloudy and windy morning gave rise to quite a long internal debate over the pleasures of cycling.  In the end though,my sense of derring-do just won out over my tendency toContinue reading “Flinging myself about”