Today is the day upon which our adventure begins. Lyn and I fly to france today, to Marseille,just for thee days. To be honest I’m rather nervous about it, as we haven’t really planned this trip – our accommodation was only finalised yesterday afternoon – but I’m also excited. It feels like an adventure; not one of those sanitised, thought-out things you go on with your parents when you’re little, but the type of thing those with able bodies and a strong sense of fun go on. Of course we are going with John and dominik, who seem like they can handle any situation, so I know we’ll come home in one piece.

So this is it: pretty soon things will get going – one last bit of packing, then we’re off.I just can’t wait to see the sights and sounds of a different city, a different culture. I’ll try to post entries on here while we’re down there, just to let you (and in particular my parents) we’re still alive. I can’t guarantee that, though: we might be having so much fun that the thought of blogging goes out the window, finally breaking my blog-a-day regimen. What a pity! Either way, when we get back I should have a tale or two to tell. What such tales will be, I have no idea, but I can’t wait!