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🇫🇷 Day 5 - Bittersweet Auxerre

The 4th largest city in Burgundy and the capital of the Yonne department, Auxerre is a beautiful place about an hour's drive from Asquins. Last year it was significantly longer due to the wee bridge at Blannay being shut due to construction works. This year though, we are straight through. It's a nice jaunt up to Auxerre through a tunnel and rolling hillside, arriving in Auxerre through a nice tree flanked road revealing the multiple cathedrals and churches on the south edge of the river Yonne.We got ourselves parked in the usual place, underneath the dense trees that sit beside the river, and walked towards the bridge that crosses; there seemed to be a lot of photographers pointing their cameras so I wanted to see what the fuss was about. Turns out quite a lot; standing on the zenith of the footbridge reveals the magnificent water front.
And so it is, 2 days later, I am still lying flat out and icing my back every 20 minutes. It's getting better and I'm starting to feel a little less like my mobility is gone forever. But it's going to be a bit of a struggle for the rest of the holiday, unless the inflammation dies completely and miracle of miracles I get my back strengthened again. I doubt it but if I can at least get out and about I will be happy. To spend the rest of this holiday lying down, sweating buckets and watching Netflix would be a travesty.

Sentinels of the Sea

I'm on a bit of a book spree at the minute; some about colour, some about historical airships, and some about magnificent achievements, in particular my continued obsession with Lighthouses. I don't know why I'm so interested in these bygone instruments of safety; perhaps it's the human spirit element or the loneliness. There's something romantic about the thought of an isolated protector of life, keeping courageous ships from foundering on invisible rocks.Anyway I stumbled upon the book Sentinels of the Sea whilst looking for books on the Bell Rock lighthouse in the National Museum last weekend and it looked, from the various pictures of inside, like a fascinating insight into the history and construction of not just Scotland's lighthouses but worldwide. Sure enough, it's really quite amazing with hundreds of really detailed reproductions of the original plans and sketches for these towers of light. Beside each one is an explanation and brief history of why and where this particular design was built.

Rainy Saturday

We had planned to head through to Glasgow today to visit the science museum. I awoke early, by which I mean I was awoken with a kick to the head and a grumpy stomp to the toilet. I was getting the loaf I prepared yesterday into the oven for lunch today, so got semi-dressed and down to get the oven on and lodge pan in. Back up to be for a little heat off the tiny person-shaped water bottle before heading for breakfast. It was then Mrs asked if I'd seen the fire. For the second time in the past 4 years the Glasgow School of Art was ablaze, only this time it looked far more intense and somewhat insurmountable. What a travesty. I'd never been in to the building but revered it nonetheless. Emma was a bit more down about it, as she was familiar with the building and the renovations that were in progress. It took a wee dampener from our trip through to Glasgow and after a few mis-fires we decided to head to the National Museum of Scotland, in our Capital, once the bread was baked, sandwiches made and we were ready to go.