Gwilym's weekend

Very exciting!

1) le football

He loves football and has been looking forward to joining a club. A classmate plays with les Coqs Rouges at Gradignan, so we found them on the web and phoned up about it. It turns out that because Gwilym was born at the end of December he goes into a different age-group from his classmate, so he went for his first training session on Friday, 6:30 to 8:30. We found the stadium and left him in the charge of a very pleasant young chap. He had a whale of a time. His next training session is Wednesday evening, and there's a match next Saturday!

(Thankfully, this being a secular republic on the continent, all the kids' footie matches are on Saturday.)

2) le cyclisme

Our friends who came down to see us are super-keen cyclists and they decided to cycle into Bordeaux, so Gwilym went with them. Pat, Catrin and I met them by the Colbert on the quays and then Paul and Gwilym went off to cycle round the city, Lucy went for a strenuous ride and the younger girls, Pat and I went off to find a really good craft shop near the cathedral. Gwilym was too bushed to cycle home as well, but it has set him up well for cycling to school and back once we are in Pessac.

Catrin had a good weekend, too, but without the footie, of course. Her cycling has come on brilliantly, too. Not so long ago she just wanted to cycle round and round the garden, like a teddy-bear, on an endless circuit of the house. I banned this after a while because she was wearing a track round the house! Now she's off! Like anything!

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Anonymous said…
Sport is on saturdays in Austria too. I never quite understood the argument for shops opening on Sundays here in the UK, when they said they wanted "a continental Sunday". In our experience "a continental Sunday" meant that shops were closed and nothing much happened except you got to spend more time with your family and friends and went to church!
10:01 am
Alan said…
Exactly.

I am afraid that the government in power at the time misportrayed the reality of the continental Sunday.

(At first I put "told bare-faced lies" but that seemed harsh.)
11:28 am
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