Friday, 13 March 2009

[Thursday entry]

We are having to adjust our body clocks. Life in a sun-drenched location by the beach calls for a different kind of living. If we are to have any hope of getting anything resembling work undertaken we need to change our way of being. The beach is always going to be the main draw so we are now seeking to rise around 0530, work through the morning, spend the afternoon by the sea then return to complete any tasks in the evening. It is weird. Today was day two of the plan and rather than check email I fell asleep - hence not making my midnight daily deadline.

There are a lot of pigeons in St Jean de Luz. We heard a very disturbing tale relating to their diet. There was an old man who died in his sleep. He was accustomed to sleeping with his window open. He knew few people in town being elderly, foreign and without family. His body lay for five days unaccounted for. A nauseating smell permeated the street. On arrival police noted that much of the face and body had been torn away, and that the plentiful crowds of pigeons in his apartment were looking particularly fat. Gross. Very Hitchcock.

Basque of the day:- pigeon :: urzo