A slightly delayed blog, making a vain but valiant attempt to look at the bright side of life.
France, the Final Frontier.
This is not really a voyage of the Flying-Brick ‘Gnome’. Its non-continuing mission: to not go very far...
Well yes, it was our intention to go on a much-needed intergalactic voyage in the Gnome, but it was destined not to be. The six-day break was whittled down to two hours. This required a refit of the Gnome's supra-luminal hyperdrive, allowing us a full hour in far distant places...
This is Bruniquel, the closest of the many local bastides to us, requiring only a short stop at Alpha Centauri on the way...
We flew there with a friend, Nick, from the Pyrenees, duly vetted and vaccinated. Although I'm not entirely sure about the 'vetted' bit.
We rushed through its giant town centre...
Old Nick quickly bypassed Bruniquel's distinctive architecture...
and zeroed in on the small gardens to partake of a cigarette or two with some of the locals.
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| Bruniquel Gardens, locals not included. |
We sadly had to use our gravity grapples to drag him away in time for the return hyper-trip back to the solar system.
To recompense, we spent an afternoon at the local beach restaurant: our first meal out for about a year.
This time-dilation stuff sure plays havoc.
Fear not, our pan-galactic comrades, not all is depressive in the land of the lonesome. Living here has many bonuses.
Lots of bugs for instance...
However, once you sweep aside the bugs, you find the jewels.
La vie est belle.
