Channeling Our Energy

Mouth of the English Channel

Alas, as I’ve said to many of you in response to your generous comments on previous posts, I’ve been the worst possible blogger/writer/storyteller this past week. My goal—our goal, actually, because The One wants to try his hand at writing—was to keep you in the loop literally each day. We wanted to regale you in the evening with tales—comic as well as tragic—from our day spent tromping through London. And, more importantly, we wanted to fold your copious ideas and suggestions into our travels and posts. (By the way, thanks for the restaurant reccos and the directives to visit St. John’s and have tea at Fortnum & Mason. And Kate Jackson, I will forever be your love slave for recommending Dinner by Heston Blumenthal.)

But we failed you. The city and its offerings got the better of us. Damn you, London (shakes fist at ye heavens)! We’re now somewhere off the coast of France headed for Vigo, San Sebastian, and Bilbao, Spain; Porto, Portugal; and, finally, Bordeaux and Mont St. Michel, France, after setting sail on the Constellation, the flagship of Celebrity Cruises. (Wait. Does one “set sail” on a cruise ship?) We’re on a wine immersion voyage—not a booze cruise, mind you. This is too classy, too civilized for that—although The One didn’t hesitate to buy the five-bottle wine package despite the fact that we were already booked for four wine-and-food-pairing dinners. So our “we-interrupt-this-vacation-for-this-urgent-message-from-David-and-The One” posts from our London bureau will have to come in fits and starts as we wedge them in between our other assuredly late posts about the rest of our trip.

Bottom line: We beg your eternal lenience. In the meantime, enjoy this (rather shaky) picture I took from our veranda as we entered the English Channel at 8:00 p.m. last night. Think of it as the first of many postcards from our ledge, er, edge.

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    1. Thank you for the heads up. You know me, I’d be up to my neck before I noticed I was in trouble. And if there is any way in hell to get to Cancale, we’re there.

  1. The water looks like it was a very dark silk blue sheet, but not navy, that had been waved over a bed as you quickly need to make it because the day has gotten away from you and you know soon you’ll want to rest your head. You know before you slide your hands across to smooth out the fine, slick ridges. The water in your picture looks so inviting, like it wants you to jump a top it’s make believe mattress of coolness and relief, to and come delve into a beautiful dream land of castles and knights.

    1. All right, Lauralee, you win the description of the day award. That is just gorgeous. And it was indeed cool, and I was indeed leaning very, very far over the edge of our veranda. I knew I had to move fast or I would forever miss entering the English Channel for the very first time.

  2. Wow, what a beautiful view. It is so nice that you can live and share with us in such ways. I love your contests, and I just got into reading some of your posts. Thank you, and may you always be blessed.

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