I don't like heights !

I think I might have said that before in one of my previous posts. I'm getting over it a bit though. Martyn and I managed to climb Slemish and here is a rather windswept me at the top of Cave Hill


  

Slemish

I was off work today, washed the car, cut the grass then I made a few sandwiches and a flask of French coffee and Martyn and I headed off to Slemish for a picnic. This is the view from the very top

 

View from Slemish looking toward Broughshane

 

Depressed and fed up

I wish I was back in Paris. I'm fed up with leaving home on a Monday at 2am and not getting back till 6pm, but that's the way it's been in work for the last 2 months with staff on holidays or taking sickies. There is light at the end of the tunnel though. Come September the holidays start to tail off and there are possibilities for sorting out a run or two to make things a bit easier. I miss the French food and the people and, contrary to rumour, I found the Parisians very friendly. To anyone who thinks they're not what I would say is have a go at speaking French...it makes all the difference to how you are treated. Another thing too...a smile goes a long way

La Tour Eiffel á la nuit

 

Just Visiting

These pigeons were visiting The Louvre the same day we did