Foreign Holidays

From about 1967 we took our summer holidays, driving down to Brittany, France and staying in Treboul a the Hotel Sables Blancs, run by the indomitable Madame Martin.


I can remember that I was not very adventurous in those days with food. I wanted chips with everything. Madame Martin would not cook them for me unless I asked for them in french. Under much encouragement I asked for pomme-frites and enjoyed them immensely. That is until I was ill in the night. Apparentlythey had been cooked in butter, shatterthan oil and it hadn't;t agreed with my stomach!