It all stopped as usual

France in the summer stops. I've said it before. Others have said it before and since. It's not news. But it's still a pain in the erse. Especially since it's contagious. It's like trying to carry on a game of rugby when you're the only one on the ptich. You might run in one try, but then you're stuck waiting for no-one to kick-off to you.

So I stopped too. And then there was the accident with the wood pile that left me out of action for two weeks with agonising back pain. But even so, I managed to get a small exhibition of my photographs together in the local town. I've sold one, only another 3 to go to break even ...