Last nights rain which turned Ealing into the Ganges delta.
Bertha in the garage.
A typical peasant from the Pyrenees. One to avoid at all costs. The sort of face that has mountain goats running back up mountains.
Well. Another year. Another road trip and another blog for you to enjoy. This time it's a blog to describe a trip to the Pyrenees. Apparently they were named after Pyrene, the daughter of Bebryx, who was raped by the mighty Hercules. She was pregnant the morning after and then stabbed Hercules whilst he was in a drunken slumber and fled into the woods. Hercules made a tomb for her by piling up rocks, rocks that become the Pyrenees Mountains. Myth, legend or just a load of old greek bollocks?
He's a looker...and no mistake!
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