Just kidding! When I showed Sickly these badly-photoshopped pics he believed me when I said they were flying machines. What a twit! Still, they would be cool for some kind of science-fantasy game universe. One set on a planet of air, with flying islands of land. There was a Saturday morning cartoon a while back with such a setting. Really striking visual style it had. Can't remember what it was called, though. Oh well...
They seem to be going for Wind Farms in a big way on the continent. We've quite a few in Wales, but they seem to be everywhere in France and Germany.
Back at the coast. A memorial to British and French Commandos killed in a raid in 1943, near Gravelines.
The whole of the town's defences seem to be intact. You can traverse them Freddie Flintoff-style by drunken pedalo, or rowing boat, or even motor launch. But we didn't, as the hut was closed.
The Gravelines Women's Institute, convening an emergency meeting to discuss the Bikini Thief crisis.
Hey, it's me! I have absolutely no clue as to why I am striking that stupid pose, or pulling that daft face. Even though it was early morning, there is a chance that I was drunk.
Well, actually you can't unless you've got eyes on the side of your head like some kind of fish. But if you turn your head quickly you nearly can.
Lucky dogs, on their way to France instead of coming home. Looks like they're going to have nice weather too, the swine!
And finally, the green hills of home.
Well not quite. Here is a selection of postcards. Once again, if you know me, and I wasn't a lazy oaf, you would have got one of these. Just pick your favourite and imagine that I wrote something stupid on the back (not hard to do, really). Or if you're rich I probably asked you to send money.