Therefore, I have to practise simple routines on a drum itself and not just a pad. Therefore, I have to find an isolated spot and time of day when I'm not going to irritate anyone.
So, down to the beach to a spot which I'd identified last night - a flat rock at the base of a small cliff. This morning there were only two people about - girls bent over a rock pool collecting shell fish.
What I had not anticipated was how bloody slippery the rocks were; covered in a green slime and trillions of flies. Anyway, there was no choice.
But it was precarious getting into position and even more precarious climbing down afterwards, especially wearing sandals.
|The set up.|
|The slime that had to be traversed. (The drum is to the left of the orange carrier bag.)|
Last night's dinner:
|Spaghetti and tomato sauce and salad at the cabin.|
Followed by a walk along the beach at sunset.
Walked into St Georges de Didonne (me twisting my neck backwards every few metres hoping a bus would come along - it didn't).
|Typical house in St Georges|
|Naturally poured it into a glass.|
|Then noticed the cidre cups on the table in front of me.|
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