After a couple of dormant weeks, I will be working for the entire wee-end. So you go frolic on my behalf and have a drink or two.
One. Big Sur, on the Californian coast, is one of the most beautiful places on earth. It’s where I got married and where I advise all newcomers to California to go to experience nature and beauty at its best. I even fantasized living there: pristine, somewhat remote, no traffic, no stores but quite a few tourists in Summer. But not this Summer. Due to a massive landslide at one end of town and a collapsed bridge at the other, the inhabitants can get in and out by bike only. It’s been months since a car has gotten through – a disaster for the few hotels and businesses. The photographs, though, are amazing. If you are in the neighbourbood, take a hike there.
Two. A neighbour has gotten into the annoying habit of flying a drone, mainly to see what renovations are being performed across the street. Weirdly enough, drones are not regulated yet so, short of citing somebody for noise or invasion of privacy, there is not much recourse. When the drone came over our house, I yelled a string of profanities. He stopped. Besides disturbing the peace, drones can take amazing aerial photographs (images by Ming Chen).
Three. What is England’s fascination with giant horses carved on hillsides?
Four. Leonor of Felt Buddies suggested to tell Siri “I see a little silhouetto of a man” and see what happens. I suggest you try it too if you are feeling cranky.
Five. Pompous? Check. Stupid moniker? Check. But I do like his music.