France – Part One.

I’m not even going to write about the drive down, it was long, a rather boring and very wet. We made it to our hotel for the Thursday night stay and I think I was asleep well before Catriona. In the morning we picked up some people from the airport, squashed ourselves into Lorna’s car and drove the last hour to the holiday village.
The holiday village itself is pretty nice. It has a heated outdoor pool, a little bar, miniature golf and various other wholesome activities. It also has wireless Internet in the reception area. At the moment the Mac users outweigh the PC users two to one. There are three people up here using the Internet in total.

We ventured into the closest town, had some lunch then Lorna and her mates (Alan and Julie) went off to get supplies for all the runners for before and after the run, while Margaret, Ian, Catriona and myself had a look round the town. I’ve scoped a couple of shops that potentially have hats that I may want to buy. We had some rather nice ice cream (I had Bounty ice cream made from real Bounties) and than headed back to the holiday village.

Maybe now is a good time to say what the hell I’m actually doing here. There’s a marathon happening and Lorna has a good few of her Hash friends up to do it as well. We’re all set up in this holiday village so everyone’s together. Most people leave on Sunday/Monday, but we’re here until next Saturday; sort of making a little holiday out of it.

With the exception of dinner last night that’s pretty much everything we’ve done so far. I’m off now as we have a busy old day that will end with me getting a little drunk. I feel I deserve it and this is a good day to do it on.