Well apparently the seasonal norm for Carcassonne is a paltry 24 to 26 degrees. If only.
It’s just starting to cool a little here at 3pm, so aircon is running at a much needed ice cube mode
We did a little wander around but decided to head back until it starts to cool down around 8pm when it will drop to 31 degrees
But you have to keep your strength up in this heat
Bonjour from the beautiful city of Carcassonne and yet again Mrs Fogg has excelled herself by finding an awesome AirBnB for 5 nights at the same cost of one night in one of the many up market hotels.
A two hour bucket class flight, a 20 minute bus ride and tada we are all set. Aircon as well (ha ha suffer the heat in the UK!).
And now a hunt for food, my favourite is the local dish of cassoulet.
And the view from the terrace is something else
And one of our fave little restaurants
And cassoulets
As England sizzles in 30+ degree heat, here we are sat in a sweaty airport waiting to escape the intense heat for, err somewhere hotter in the south of France which is close to the 40+ degrees.
Kicking it all off with a little tipple in one of the extremely over priced lounges.
We is nomads, we travel, we move, we never stop, however…..
We have been static at chez Fogg for a weeney while now, the field with a house.
Today we did a scouring to see what was available in comparison, can we move to somewhere different, smaller garden, neighbours, yadda, yadda?
I look back to 2017 when we first saw this place and thought wowza and realised there ain’t nowhere like it. And today we tried to see what comes next and even our lil queen agrees with Dorothy…
There ain’t no place like home!
After last year on crutches and the wettest winter, it’s finally time to get back into the garden. I’m taking it slowly but started weeding the first overgrown border! Very please with the start.
We’ve got some help too from a gardener who is coming regularly to help clear the borders and get things ship shape.
Six By Nico Sherlock Holmes investigation! Solve a murder while you eat and drink.
Someone is in her element solving a puzzle, me I’m just eating food!
Solved it, Colonel Mustard, in the Library, with a candlestick! Elementary my dear Watson.
Another glorious day of sunshine in the dark skies region and a walk into Bellingham, yes we had to walk!
A womble round the one street village and Mrs Fogg picking up a couple of Ribeye steaks for food, after we enjoy the sunset in the Dark Tower (oooh I feel like the Gunslinger).
Welcome to Dark Skies outside of Hexham in the middle of errr, nowhere.
Here we are in a 4 storey tower with wide open windows and a sliding sunroof over the bath so you can watch the stars. No hustle or bustle.
Ah the journey home, 2 hours direct from York to London, and ow due to rail improvements (aka doing nothing, creating chaos and costing millions), 2 hours to chesterfield with an hour wait then 2 hours to York.
Your safety is our responsibility so please block the vestibules and ilses since we are over crowded
And sat here in Chesterfield waiting for the York train, listening to the constant stream of delays and excuses:
How on earth does this country manage to survive! Why can’t they just be honest and admit they are clueless and don’t know how to fix a broken rail system.
5.5hours and 3 trains to get from London to York!
And another magic sign, nope we couldn’t fine one at all
