Go with the flow in Laval

I HAVE many happy memories of holidaying in France with a young family in tow — sun-drenched days, fields of massive sun flowers, miles and miles of sandy beaches and pretty villages that simply demanded stopping off in, just to get off the beaten track and take that much needed break away from the unnecessary heat of a car without air-con.

Not all of the family might recall it call it similarly or as fondly, considering they may have had to endure what might be termed my mini nervous breakdowns, as the chore of adapting to a long drive on the wrong side of the road inevitably took its toll.

It didn’t help that, for the most part, I was either off the cigarettes, pretending to be off them or really trying to get off the damned things.