I’m having a bit of a memorable weekend. We are currently in the lovely city of Versailles staying in a hotel in the shadow of the Palace itself. The reason? I have finally, after sixteen years (yep, that’s SIXTEEN) graduated with a BSc Hons (Open) from the Open University and the ceremony was held yesterday in the Palais de Congrès.
It has been a long haul getting here, in fact Himself suggested it was not so much a degree ceremony as conferment of a long service medal!
Ignoring him. The ceremony was great fun, full of music (a jazz/skiffle band), laughter and tears. Everyone taking part had a magical time and deserved their moment in the sun.
And to think I didn’t really want to bother about it! Despite the fact that I am happy to parade my thoughts through the medium of blog, I am a little shy when it comes to celebrating my achievements, preferring to remain in the background more often than not. Himself though, once he realised there was the option of a Versailles graduation, insisted we make a weekend of it. And how glad I am that we did!
After the graduation Himself had planned a surprise; a night-time trip around the palace gardens culminating in a magnificent fire work display. It was fantastic! The weather was dreadful, the rain was lashing down, but the magic of the whole evening more than made up for it.
Typically, the rain passed over during the night and it is now bright, warm sunshine! So we are shortly going to be checking out and exploring the Sunday market before heading back to Orly airport and home.
For information about the Open University http://www.open.ac.uk
We loaded up the caravan, manoeuvred it up the short, steep lane to the road, hitched it to the car and took the first steps towards retracing the 1300km back up through Spain and France to catch the Ferry, this time from Roscoff to Plymouth, to get back to Cornwall in time to travel to Bristol to watch our beloved Daughter graduate with a 2:1 (Hons) in International Relations. Oh, the things we do….
It’s been hot, hot, hot! The temperature has been above 32 deg and the air-con in the car gave up just past the Spanish border on Thursday, so we had to resort to the old fashioned method of opening the windows. However, this time, Himself and I have stayed on speaking terms even when I have been driving! It helped to have a plan of action: the first night we stayed on an Aire, which had the added bonus of a rather posh shower; the second night we headed back to Camping Le Bateau at Rochefort (Charente Maritime) which we had so enjoyed on the way down. I so recommend this site! Then today we drove straight through to just beyond Quimper to stay at our friends’ house in Brittany, in preparation for our early start tomorrow (5am for heaven sakes – it still comes as a surprise when I realise there are two 5 o’clocks in one day) then we nip across the channel to Plymouth and head West.
The Pups have been wonderful: Boy Dog always travels well, he hunkers down and stays relaxed all the way through (upside down, legs in the air), Girl Dog sightsees out of the windows, her ears flapping in the breeze and a contented smile on her face. Of course, they just know that at the end of it all they get to see two of their favourite people, after us of course, The Youngest and The Daughter. And, when we come back this way in two weeks time, there is an extra special surprise for them – The Eldest will be waiting for them!