Doing A Boucle.
Every day we did one. The extraordinary ordinary Jim called it. It was low-key and lovely. First we drove out to the starting point in Le Wally. A little grey Renault. Single track roads. Almost no traffic. ‘It could not get more French’, said Jim. A very new driver, I gritted my teeth, gripped Wally’s wheel, and preyed I would meet nothing coming the other … Continue reading Doing A Boucle.