BONJOUR, tout le
monde.
Next weekend we will
be robbed of an hour’s kip. But after a coffee or two all shall be forgiven, as
spring is allegedly here and ever-lengthening evenings stretch ahead. Oh, and
Easter will be upon us.
Philip White Freight
Towers is situated in the lovely county of Dorset, which is very much like
living in the Alps. Not literally of course – the skiing in Lulworth is pretty
woeful and you can’t parapente off the Cerne Abbas giant. But in the matter of
being very popular during school holidays, oh yes… much like having a home in
Cham or similar. This year the season of bunnies, eggs, crucifixion and
resurrection will be marked by basically half my family and friends dropping by
to indulge in country walks, coastal paddling and the wholesale destruction of
cider and cream teas.
Naturally, instinct
bids me to flee, to leap into my van and head south. But I’ve been informed by
a higher power (Mrs White) that such an act should be regarded as verboten. So
the early April PWF service will leave on 10 April, heading for the Alps. I
will trundle into town a couple of days later, then return to Blighty.
The usual notices
apply: should you be ordering things, they can come to our warehouse in
Dorchester to join the wagon train. Or indeed, we can work door-door. Fire enquiries off via the Contact button on this very website.
So without further ado, bon Pacques, Alpiniards all. See you on the
other side…
