Comments on: There’s bound to be a mystery around here somewhere, old chap!

By: d@\/e

d@\/e — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 11:54:46 +0000

I’m out of breath just reading that. I better take a breather

By: Hails

Hails — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 08:39:00 +0000

Jay – that happened to me with the hill that my university was built on. It did wonders for my general fitness! Except, of course, in winter – trying to stride up that death slope when it was covered in snow and ice was *not* an easy task…
Croquecamille – the photo doesn’t quite show how far you could see, but it gives an idea!
Bevchen – my only disappointment was that I didn’t discover a prisoner that I’d have to dig out from behind a pile of crumbling rocks, sending a Timmy to the police with a coded note on his collar.
Parents – There will be *no* flower gardens! Although some of the ones in the park look like they’d be quite pretty to stroll through. Argh – what is happening to me??

By: The Parents

The Parents — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 20:29:23 +0000

Ahh! My girl has grown up. Appreciation of old buildings and beautiful scenery! Be careful luv, next comes flower gardens? XO.

By: bevchen

bevchen — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:16:58 +0000

Ohh, I want to see those traboules. It does sound very Enid Blyton-esque (I was a fan too. Hehe).

Steps are evil. There is nothing I hate more than having to climb a looong flight of steps.

By: croquecamille

croquecamille — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 14:47:56 +0000

Breathtaking, indeed! I really need to spend some more time in Lyon.

By: Jay

Jay — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 09:03:29 +0000

Oh, how I enjoyed that! And I don’t normally enjoy ‘travelogue’ type tales, but you write so well, and so amusingly, and I could SO identify with your feelings (both physical and mental) on those steps!

We lived in Auckland for a year, and had similar experiences walking around the streets there. It’s built on a number of extinct volcanoes, you see, about sixty of the darn things, if I recall correctly so the streets have a certain uppy-downyness to them – and in the UK we live on the fens, for goodness’ sake, so we’re used to ‘flat’.

OH worked in the ciy and I can remember the pride with which he came home one day and announced that instead of staggering, panting and hanging onto any visible means of support (as had been the case when we arrived) he had reached the top of College Hill and realised he’d actually been striding! LOL!