It is, as you might expect, much more complicated to set up and takes much longer to regulate but the quality is undoubtedly better. It was a really good experience to use it because it made sure that I understood how it worked and that I could produce some results from it.<\/p>\n
However I won’t be using it again for my radio programmes – for the simple reason that to record in stereo I need to use two mikes and two channels otherwise it simply records in mono. The little Zoom records automatically in stereo.<\/p>\n
Having done that, I had breakfast and then I had a few other things to do that took me right up to lunchtime – and my bread is absolutely delicious, just as I thought that it would be.<\/p>\n
My bad day hasn’t quite finished yet either.<\/p>\n
After lunch I put the heater on in the bathroom to warm it up ready for my shower and my general clean-up before going out for my physiotherapy session – and then I realised that today in France is a Bank Holiday and there is no physiotherapy today.<\/p>\n
And with it being a Bank Holiday, I could have legitimately had a nice long lie-in instead of being up and about at that ridiculous time this morning.<\/p>\n
Instead, I carried on with writing up Saturday’s journal entry, and listening to where I’d been during the night. Percy Penguin, who doesn’t figure in these notes half as often as she deserves, had paid me a flying visit. Instead of seeing her at the usual time I was having to see her at a different time. I came back from work, went to the canteen, had some lunch and went round to dump some stuff in her house. There were some people in there and she came and had cut her hair. It was just down to her shoulder blades and I felt very disappointed with that.<\/p>\n
Later on I wanted to buy some shares so I had a cunning plan. To go to the Post Office, open a bank account and buy the shares at the Post Office and start to pay the dividends into that account. In the meantime that would enable me to close down one of my two accounts here in France. I arrived at the Post Office rather late and there was a queue right outside the door but I was seen quite quickly. I had to reduce my documentation which was a bit of a fumble. The guy found out that I already had an account there so the first part was quite easy and straightforward. Then he told me that they didn’t actually purchase shares – the office was somewhere else. It wasn’t in the locality where I had to go for them which was something of a disappointment. I should really have done this at the bank. I was preparing to leave but suddenly realised that he hadn’t asked me for the money to pay into this account, presumably because it was open already. I wondered what I was going to do about that.<\/p>\n
Finally, there had been an airship that had crashed in north-west France. We’d gone out to investigate it. As we were investigating it we didn’t think that it looked quite right. We heard that somewhere along the route a pile of bodies and debris and everything had been found on top of a mountain along this airship’s route. Our immediate thought was that it had grounded out on some high point and ripped off the rear cabin. This was soon changed after a while when it seemed that the rear cabin had been in an explosion. A bomb had been planted aboard that had blown the rear cabin out and killed everyone in there whose bodies had fallen onto this mountain-top. Of course this had altered the handling capabilities of the airship and that was what had caused it to crash around where we were. We set off in a car to try to locate the spot where these bodies had been found. We were driving somewhere around the Chester way heading into North Wales. There was an old Ford Zodiac with a pile of aerials on it looking as if it was some kind of radio car that was in the hunt. We were heading into North Wales to carry on our quest for this first lot of human remains and so on into North Wales. There was something about someone had bought the site to erect a monument and the site had changed hands again and the new owner was trying to raise money for a monument.<\/p>\n
There wasn’t anyone down on the beach this afternoon, for the rather prosaic reason that there isn’t any beach for anyone to be on. The tide is right in now, up to the foot of the cliffs.<\/p>\n You can see what I meant yesterday about those people down there. It’s easy to be cut off from the steps that bring people up to the Rue du Nord.<\/p>\n There were very few people around on the path this afternoon so I had this part of my circuit at least pretty much to myself. There were a couple of people down there looking as if they were taking a photograph of themselves standing on the end of the headland.<\/p>\n As regular readers of this rubbish will recall, photographs of people taking photographs is something that features quite often on these pages.<\/p>\n There weren’t any fishermen out there this afternoon on the rocks, and no boats in the bay either. It was all quite quiet as everyone begins to go into hibernation for the winter, which won’t be long a-coming. Over at the fish processing plant, we had one of the port’s trawlers, Le Styx<\/em>, unloading over there onto the wharf. You can see one of the many electric cranes that they use to winch the loads up onto the top.<\/p>\n When she finished unloading, she cast off and pulled away from the plant, but I didn’t see where she went because I was moving off down the path towards home.![\"beach](\"https:\/\/www.erichall.eu\/images\/2111\/21110001.jpg\")
<\/a>There was the break this afternoon for my walk, somewhat later than usual.<\/p>\n
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<\/a>Along the path and across the car park I came to the end of the headland.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n![\"le](\"https:\/\/www.erichall.eu\/images\/2111\/21110003.jpg\")
<\/a>There was no change at all in the chantier naval<\/em> this afternoon – the portable boat lift was still parked up in the middle of the yard.<\/p>\n
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![\"workmen's](\"https:\/\/www.erichall.eu\/images\/2111\/21110004.jpg\")
<\/a>On the way home I walked past the place where I could look down on the workmen’s compound in the Boulevard des Terreneuviers.<\/p>\n