The recording of a cuckoo in the forest on my phone which I uploaded a few days ago worked out better than I thought. Thanks to those of you who made appreciative comments. I hope that for a few seconds you were transported to a Normandy wood.
I thought today by contrast you might like a few seconds recording of a Rouenaise street:
If anyone else but you had sent it Simon, I would have said it was too good to be true. It was so French, I could almost smell the onions round the onion seller's neck. Ruth S.
I'm a 46 year old husband, father of two and vicar in the parish of Oadby, Leicestershire. Between Easter and Pentecost in 2009 I walked home from Paris to Oadby - a peculiar kind of pilgrimage.
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Walking Home 2009
The route was 540 miles, from Paris where Jennifer and I honeymooned in 1986, to Oadby where I live and work today. It's a bit wiggly because friends, family, significant places and affordable accomodation don't fall on a straight line. Click here for a larger view.
If anyone else but you had sent it Simon, I would have said it was too good to be true. It was so French, I could almost smell the onions round the onion seller's neck. Ruth S.
ReplyDeleteyes indeed - how long did you have to search to find us an accordion player?!
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff, the only thing missing was the "clink clink" of the boules!
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