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Wednesday, 18 December 2013
My Beloved EBP 323.
My first car (acquired aprox 1967).
A white Volks 1200 cc Beetle, circa 1962 (?), numbered EBP 323.
I loved that car. It seemed quite distinguished at the time; classy, but without being pretentious. When I first had it, I would wash and polish it every week (as one does), but one soon becomes blasé and as a student it became filled with chewed chicken bones and greasy chip wrappers, as well as the mice that lived off them.
It followed me through my college days, then came to France with me when I moved here in 1972.
I declared it on my French import papers (as part of my goods and chattels), and about two years later a whole car-full of jolly uniformed customs officers turned-up from Bordeaux, wanting to inspect it. By this time I had already sold the car, so they simply took advantage of the warm sunny day to have a picnic, before making the 150 Kms return trip home.
I'd sold the car to an old friend who later informed me that she had died in Spain; I was devastated.
Total Eclipse of the Blog
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10 months ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!