Good afternoon to YOU all, Dear Readers, are YOU all sitting comfortably?
For from times lonnng gone.. WE write a Tale of most mysterious things.. medieval times.. but which ends in modern times, it will come in several parts, so settle in and read Part One..
In the early autumn of 1969, a dear friend, James Luddington, and SHE decided to take the ferry across to France and drive along the coast to to Mont St.Michel, they chose to meander slowly driving from village to village with no special route in mind.
He had just left the Army and was emigrating to Australia in January, who knew when he would come back to visit Europe, so the trip was rather special, it was his way of saying "goodbye" to a part of France he liked very much.
The weather was lovely, people pleasant and food delicious, it is a charming area of La Belle France and they were very glad that they had chosen to make the trip.
Mont St.Michel is an extraordinary place and well worth visiting, it was 'officially' out of season so there were not a huge amount of tourists, they pottered about and then walked their way to the rear of the island and decided, for fun, to climb the back of the Mount.
A very stiff climb but nothing for two fit people, from the top the view was absolutely spectacular.. then it was time to turn and climb down.
Problem.. BIG problem, for SHE had frozen.. as SHE had suddenly been filled with a fear the like of which SHE had never known, it filled HER whole being and SHE was scared to death..
Without a doubt.. thank GOD it was James SHE was with, he took one look at HER face and realised that something incredibly serious was going on.. for he knew SHE was not a wimp and the fear was not an imagined one.
He came back up to where SHE was standing and turned HER around to face the mount and talked HER down, a step at a time.. it took a long time as sometimes SHE was unable to move.
Eventually after several hours, they reached the bottom and were able to walk back around to where other people were.. SHE was ice cold with fear and shaken rigid so he took HER immediately into a bar and bought a calvados for them both.
SHE sat and burst into tears.. very unlike HER.. and when SHE tried to talk through it.. all that came out was "I knew I was going to fall and break MY neck".
They went back to the car and headed slowly for Calais and the ferry.
And from that moment on.. SHE, who had scampered up and down stairs, climbed trees and run down escalators in the Underground all HER life, never ran down anything ever again and always held onto the bannisters or handrail.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 13th, 2013.
For from times lonnng gone.. WE write a Tale of most mysterious things.. medieval times.. but which ends in modern times, it will come in several parts, so settle in and read Part One..
In the early autumn of 1969, a dear friend, James Luddington, and SHE decided to take the ferry across to France and drive along the coast to to Mont St.Michel, they chose to meander slowly driving from village to village with no special route in mind.
He had just left the Army and was emigrating to Australia in January, who knew when he would come back to visit Europe, so the trip was rather special, it was his way of saying "goodbye" to a part of France he liked very much.
The weather was lovely, people pleasant and food delicious, it is a charming area of La Belle France and they were very glad that they had chosen to make the trip.
Mont St.Michel is an extraordinary place and well worth visiting, it was 'officially' out of season so there were not a huge amount of tourists, they pottered about and then walked their way to the rear of the island and decided, for fun, to climb the back of the Mount.
A very stiff climb but nothing for two fit people, from the top the view was absolutely spectacular.. then it was time to turn and climb down.
Problem.. BIG problem, for SHE had frozen.. as SHE had suddenly been filled with a fear the like of which SHE had never known, it filled HER whole being and SHE was scared to death..
Without a doubt.. thank GOD it was James SHE was with, he took one look at HER face and realised that something incredibly serious was going on.. for he knew SHE was not a wimp and the fear was not an imagined one.
He came back up to where SHE was standing and turned HER around to face the mount and talked HER down, a step at a time.. it took a long time as sometimes SHE was unable to move.
Eventually after several hours, they reached the bottom and were able to walk back around to where other people were.. SHE was ice cold with fear and shaken rigid so he took HER immediately into a bar and bought a calvados for them both.
SHE sat and burst into tears.. very unlike HER.. and when SHE tried to talk through it.. all that came out was "I knew I was going to fall and break MY neck".
They went back to the car and headed slowly for Calais and the ferry.
And from that moment on.. SHE, who had scampered up and down stairs, climbed trees and run down escalators in the Underground all HER life, never ran down anything ever again and always held onto the bannisters or handrail.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 13th, 2013.
I have a horrid fear of heights. & to think I wanted to visit Mont St. Michel this next summer.
ReplyDeleteJoanna dear, only norty 19 year old teenagers get into trouble climbing up the back of the Abbey.. youbwon't even SEE that bit of the island! Go, it is very beautiful and an extraordinary place.
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