I'm going to France for two and a half weeks, leaving tonight, catching
a night ferry from Dover to Dunkirk, arriving in France for breakfast.
We're going to the same place in France that we've been going to for
the last nine, or so, years. It's a very run down and decrepit rural
cottage in Normandy; a few miles apart from any other human life, cows
and donkeys are our main companions over there. The house
itself is so primitive, there's no central heating, not a huge amount
of electricity and obviously, very little chance of getting an internet
connection out there. It's not what you'd call a luxury holiday, but
it's still great fun. I bought myself a battery powered guitar
amplifier, so I can take my guitar over there and therefore keep my
sanity. There's one advantage of going to the rainy part of rural
France for a holiday, at least: The food is spectacular.
So,
I'll be giving updates in two weeks, after a fortnight of drinking and
writing music in solitary, it's just a shame I was unable to stick my
band's demo track up onto the Incarnadine myspace in time. Feel free to
leave abusive comments on my page and laugh at my stupid photos.