Heroes Not Zombies

It’s been a long day, folks. I left Segovia in Spain about half seven this morning and drove to Saint Jean de Luz in the south western corner of France to see some relatives and have lunch.

Then late in the afternoon I headed north. I got snarled up in very, very slow stop and start traffic around Bordeaux. It’s really unusual to be able to drive round Bordeaux without hitting traffic jams. It’s been like this as long as I can remember but today the amount of traffic heading north was unprecedented. I began to wonder if the rest of the world knew something I didn’t. Was there a mass exodus underway? And if so, where to??

So by the time I pulled into the driveway the sun had set. There was a gorgeous tobacco glow just over the horizon and a crescent moon was sitting there in the pink.

It’s good to travel. It’s good to spend some time in another culture and try a different language. But it’s good to come home again.

Well I almost missed posting today and I know that some of you are already wondering where I’ve got to. So this is me, back home, marvelling at the astonishingly different, deeply familiar last few minutes of the last light.