No wifi: Thoughts from France

Hi  everyone

There is no  wifi   or  proper  phone  signal  so  I  cannot  us  the  phone  to blog.

The  hardwired internet  here is  awful,  so  slow  that  you  could  make  a  three  course  meal  while it loads!  I  am exaggerating   but only  a little.

So  I  shall  try  to  read  and like   what  I  can  of  all  your  fabulous   blogs   but  it  would  take  too long  to  comment  or  publish!!! Hubby   has only  so much  patience ….and  come  to  that  so have I.

 

So  love  to  you all from France  and  see  you  all next  week!!

Love willow

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday:Bus.a nonet

This is part of LindaGHill‘s Stream of Consciousness  Saturday. This week’s prompt is : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “bus.” Use it as it is, or find a word with the letters “bus” in it. Have fun!

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Busy  bustling picking people up

Rushing to work and off to school

Quick run you must not miss it

Buster, it’s an hour’s wait.

Later shoppers come

Ladies have a 

Chat waiting

For the

Bus.

#writephoto Photo Prompt :Unlit Beacon

This is part of Sue Vincent‘s Thursday photo prompt. Sue said :”Use the image of the unlit beacon against the stormy sky to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 28th September ”  full rules and pingback here



No one remembers now why the beacons are always lit at dusk. No one even questions the reasoning behind the daily task of building the beacons only for them to be set a light just before dark.

It was a fair system, one person from each household was chosen to be a beacon builder and the leader of each village, town or city would light the beacon every night.

There was no argument about the system it just worked. Years turned into centuries,centuries into millennia and the system stayed and the beacons lit the nights and could even be seen from transplanet shuttles. Yes just like the water on the planet the light from the beacons shone out into space.

Yes even now in this modern age of enlightenment, space travel, planet wide peace,computors and universal translators the beacons are lit . No one knows why, no one knows who started this tradition? Why does no one care,am I the only inquiring mind on the planet.

So I did enquire, I searched the uninet. I spent hours in Libraries of Antiquity I even asked those in charge, the politicians, the leaders even the old ones ….. no one could or would answer. 

Then about three nights ago my phone rang, no one there, a wrong number I thought. So I went to bed. It was about 1am when they came, the men in grey suits and white faces. They smashed down the doors and thumped up the stairs they woke my wife and my children. I heard their screams. The last thing I  remember as I was being dragged from the house was my wife’s voice and the sight of all our phones and uninet equipment being packed up.

They kept me in a dark room for two days, I think, as I became unsure of the time passage. At regular intervals they brought me out for questioning. They used force, kindness and rationality and finally drugs .

I told them I just wanted to know about the beacons, no I  was not working with anybody else. I had found out nothing at all. After a while I realised they knew nothing either! They were disappointed that I had learned nothing.

At some point today they brought out from room and gave me some clothes and a watch. We went by private transport to a military  base I was escorted on to a transplanet shuttle. We landed at five in the evening. They brought me to a becon on a deserted hill. Miles from anywhere. By 6pm I knew my fate. I was chained up inside the beacon. I am sad that I never found out ‘why the beacons’, I  am devastated that I shall never be able to tell my family I love them. I am afraid to burn. 

Dusk is here now and I am all bloodied from struggling, hoarse from shouting. The flames have started I can feel the heat. I look up and see the most glorious sunset. The flames bite and I give in to death…

6am, an hour before the becon builder would arrive for work a man in grey raked through the ashes of the beacon untill he found the watche’s capsule.He took it to the unmarked car he had arrived in and put the capsule into the player. After listening to the man’s account of his search and his end he sighed deeply. 

Later at the meeting with his supervisor he said”No sir he new nothing either” He took a sip of his coffee but it tasted bitter.

Thursday Doors: Mende

This is part of Norm.2.0 ‘s Thursday Doors. 

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A very old door that looks old 

An old door padlocked… What is behind it.


Number 19 looks like it has had a facelift!

These beautiful doors were all spotted in Mende on Tuesday as we did the historical walk. 

One Liner Wednesday: Travel

“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

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Wordless Wednesday:Millau Bridge:The Highest bridge in the world.

Thoughts From France. Mende

Mende a beautiful town in Lozere France. There is so much to see. We got a circular, information leaflet that took us on an historic tour of the old town! Boy it was old! There is evidence that there have been people living in the town since 200BC. Read about it here it is very interesting. 

This is the narrowest street the ancient town of Mende.

 We followed the map and found it very interesting. We visited the Cathedral , It was Pope Urban V  who started work on  the cathedral (1368), for a completion in 1467.


As you can see the two towers are completely different, one was destroyed during the religious wars. I am totally miffed as to why they did not replicate the old one? 

Here they are restoring part of the old ramparts of the town. This time unlike their predecessors they are honouring what was there before.

This is the the oldest water pump in town apparently it is the best water in the Town!! 

This spectacular moment in time  is painted on the side of a house in the old town it looks as if the guy with the flag is about to step on to the street! The scene in the painting actually depicts a scene from Voltarra an Italian town that Mende is twinned with . We have visited Voltarra too. 

Well that is all the photos the internet here will allow me to upload right now . 

Bonsoir, this should of been posted yesterday but I am sorry I just did not have time to write it all or the patience to fight the internet! 😊😇

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