Do, Ré, Mi…
A peace treaty has been thrashed out and the Oldies have kept their part of the deal. At the first possible opportunity they have set off to the Atlantic coast! Typically, however, Her Ladyship is already whinging. ‘Are we mad or what!’ It’s lashing rain, stormy and freezing cold, so I suppose she has a point – for a pathetic, delicate human. But I don’t care. We are going to see the sea! We’re staying in La Rochelle tonight, a…