I hope you enjoyed the last collection of digitals from my trip to Nice. It feels like a lifetime ago, now more than ever as the mist rolls in from the Irish sea and gives the garden a rather spooky and deserted feel that’s apt for the month that’s in it. I can’t even see the dogs through the mist. I can hear Ollie, the Burnese, give a half-hearted woof every so often, obviously calling out for help in finding his way back to his food bowl by the front door, but if he’s not less than five metres away there’s no sign of his big lumbering paws through the fog.
It is decidedly un-Nice-esque.
Still, I said I’d put up the next lot of Nice pictures soon so I can continue reliving holiday life from the (dis)comfort of my office desk. So here you go.