While the children were up on the Norfolk coast with Mum and Dad, Frith and I had a rendez-vous in Montpellier (3 hrs from the house). However, poor Frith arrived with the symptoms of his Yellow Fever jab, and some infection where you really don't want one (I'm so sympathetic) but we still had an interesting time jaunting around the narrow back streets in the old town in the hunt for a good toilet, I mean tapas bar — and we found one. We were all very relieved!
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