While I’ve been spinning my wheels in Sydney, for about six months I’ve been mulling an opportunity to start a new chapter in my life with a move to France. With my friends Brent, Jean and their trois petits uns taking to life in the Midi-Pyrénées, I can establish a new base for Munson and myself in their immediate vicinity.
2009 was not a great year for me all round: losing Bondi, my cousin Natalya, and my old friend Stuart to short illnesses in a little over six months, each long before their time. A combined half-century and more of friendship passing over into memory.
The month of May will mark not only a year since Bondi’s passing, but five years since the mad man and the wolf embarked on the European adventure described in the busy first years of this blog.
My plan in outline is to head for London in late June, and spend a few weeks saying hi to everyone and introducing Munson to the remote extended family who have seen him grow up at a distance. At this time I’ll be looking to buy a used utility vehicle (cheaper in UK) to carry us deep into the south-west of France in July.
Vale Malcolm McLaren 1946-2010