After getting knifed /falling in love /being crushed in a mangle .i limp back home to lick my wounds . Poor Dicky was in the same boat and back under his old superman duvet at his Ma’s . It was at this point my Padre said “why don’t you go and pick grapes 🍇 in France 🇫🇷! --- Send in a voice...

This is another travel tale but with a much younger self and with a very good mate of mine Dicky Hanlon .It’s the summer of 1988 .. both of us 19 years of age .After getting simultaneously dumped by our girlfriends ,my dad aka Padre said “why don’t you go and pick grapes 🍇 in France 🇫🇷 ....