On my walk out to the coast today I realised that I seem to love what the locals hate; the wind. Of course, here in Provence the mistral winds are known all over the world (sort of) and mainly serve the purpose of blowing forest fires out of control and turning the area into a towering inferno.However, there's nothing quite like standing on top of a headland with the sun shining and the wind blowing; with a view for miles and miles along the coast.
What I particularly love about a large headland is that, if there are two beaches either side, you can see two lots of people doing different things; so close, yet completely unaware of each other.
That got me thinking... When I am on the beach down below, I can't see what the other people are doing on the other side; I might not know they even exist, so what they do doesn't matter at all. On the other hand those people have the same perspective as I do, so what I do doesn't matter to them at all. If what I do doesn't matter; then why do I bother doing anything when people who are just a lump of rock away will never know about it?
It's all bollocks I know, but I haven't got much else to talk about! I'm fearing the Euro qualifier on Saturday where England face Israel; with Rooney injured, Crouch suspended, Lampard injured, Gerrard unavailable and, bummer of all bummers, Beckham injured it's not looking good. We need to win this or else we are in deep trouble, a draw will keep us just in; I daren't even think about what happens if we lose. Come on England!
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