Here's a picture that I took near our stopover in Dinan under a great big viaduct. It's a fine spot bordering the river Rance. The cycle along its banks to the nearby towns of Lehon and Taden ranks as one of my absolute favourites. My lack of direction meant that it was a bit of a pig to find. 'Use your Satnav love.' some of you might be saying. Easier said than done. In a six metre long and 3.5 metre high motorhome you have to have your wits about you. Walled medieval cities with hanging out bits of buildings, arches and narrow cobbled streets aren't my favourite places to negotiate. I got a bit lost before hitting the spot. Computerised navigation systems aren't too hot when it comes to finding a random car park under a bridge. I came a little too near ramparts for my liking before I hit the spot.
Now we've driven back towards Roscoff. The weather forecast for the next couple of days is patchy. We ummed and aahed about where to go and finally decided on meeting up with friends on an all singing, all dancing campsite that's close to the ferry port. I sat yabbering in the hot tub with my mate Karen catching up on what's happened for us both over the last year. She'd bought fizz in anticipation of my arrival and we chatted some more until bedtime. Lou went out on the prowl with a gang of Dutch and English teenage boys. They hung out in an overlit amusement arcade. My idea of hell but apparently it ticks boxes for adolescents. I have to get all my writing down this morning before aqua aerobics in the pool at ten!
A few more days relaxing and then I go home to major change. I'll have to be cryptic and say I can't disclose what's happened as this moment in time. Just to say that life took a major unexpected turn about a month ago and my responsibilities have increased in a way I can't avoid and never could have envisaged at the end of July.
On another holiday I spoke about my bathtub model in terms of the stress that people have to deal with. Time away seems to bring about navel gazing. I've increased my tub's capacity over the last eighteen month or so by building resilience through changed thinking and more healthy habits. But I've noticed that driving the motorhome is much more stressful on this holiday especially when I'm a bit disorientated. I wonder if it's a sign that my tub is almost full? Even though my capacity to manage stressors has increased it still doesn't mean that I'm completely immune to them. The water can still overflow if I don't turn off the taps or let the plug out even though the metaphorical bath is bigger!
I'm glad that I can now recognise this. Maybe that's part of my development process too. I need to be extra specially careful when I get home to be taking very good care of myself. In the meantime I'm off to play in my pool and on my bike for the next few days.