Well after leaving the somewhat tepid embrace of Nice which felt like being hugged by a person with no arms we made our way across France towards the beachside town of Hossegor. Krys has always had what appears to be an unnatural obsession with this movie, with this obsession leaking into a perpetual admiration for Kevin Costner movies and Bryan Adams songs.
As for Bryan Adams, I can actually tolerate a playlist populated with the Canadian Bob Dylan, as long as there is some Richard Marx thrown in for balance. Anyway, visiting the site where Robin Hood was filmed was going to be a lot easier than a detour past Sherwood Forest, wherever the hell that is.
But after Nice, most of the family was sick. Luckily we were staying in a house with plenty of toys for the kids and a trampoline in the backyard. So while mum and dad flicked through meaningless rubbish on our phones, the kids played with toys. And when the kids complained they were bored, they were sent out to the trampoline for an MMA death match to see which child was worthy of our love.
Clearly the winner was Millie. But by Day 2 no sickness was going to keep Krys away from sniffing the pavement where Kevin Costner may have perhaps once tripped over and landed on his perineum.
So we took the 10min walk up the hill and had a look around. Once again it was an impressive fortified city Europe seems to love these but the romance of the architecture is lost somewhat by a main square selling hamburgers and chips while showing English soccer games. Or perhaps this was the actual strategy to ward off invasion? Anyway, I think I ruined the experience further for Krys by adapting everyday occurrences to fit with the Robin Hood theme song. But we can only search for locks of Kevin Costner hair for so long, so we had to find other things to do for our remaining day in Carcassonne.
