Croissants and the City: Bournemouth to Nantes

Eleven days ago I was nervously staring at a small pile of panniers in the hallway wondering what on earth the next 15 months had in store? Now, just over a week later and I’m sat on a river bank eating a banana and watching a woman in overalls climb out of an elephant’s bottom.

Quitting

There’s nothing like a finely crafted resignation letter and, after nearly an hour of edits and re-writes, this is still nothing like finely crafted.