En Vacances

By the time you read this we should be on the road, off on our summer holiday. Having read Drew's description of his French debacle last summer we thought long and hard and decided... to drive to France. We're staying in a small house in the village of Chateauponsac, north of Limoges. It's about three quarters of the way down France, in the middle. You can't miss it. So, off we go, Dover today, ferry tomorrow morning, various letters in two languages to explain the large quantity of medicines we're carrying from one country to another (for our eldest I.T., who has a variety of medical issues), a shops worth of car sweets (which will probably be gone by Knutsford), hundreds of Earl Grey tea bags (Mrs Swiss likes a cup of tea), many multi-bags of prawn cocktail crisps (I.T. again, limited diet, God knows what he'll eat in France once the Walkers run out), several cds I've made for the long road trip which will contain next to nothing young E.T. will like, and as many clothes as we can fit in what's left of the boot space. We're not ones to pack lightly, but will most likely bring back half of it unworn. I'm really looking forward to it- the last few weeks have been a bit heavy for one reason or another and getting away to a small French village with plenty of sunshine should be great. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

After tomorrow night's rockabilly post there won't be any action here at Bagging Area until the middle of August. Here's a song to send us on our way- in 2007 Paul Weller and ex-Blur guitarist Graham Coxon released a one-off, limited 7" three track single. The A-side was this song, a rollicking guitar tune with Coxon on vox and making the best of both men's talents.

This Old Town