Sunday 21st May. Sunday involved beachiness. Beachiness is always good when the sun shines to a decent level, but there's something about Sundays, lying there attempting to look vaguely unBritish and hoping to God that you at least gain some colour with the exposure to ultraviolet rays which is just... special. Or pathetic. However, lying on a beach-towel close to several hot young ladies and pretending not to take in the ample Europeaness of the scantically-clad women who have gone all al-fresco...

Saturday 20th May. LATER: The train trip started well. Got to Waterloo around 6:15 after a short taxi-ride. Eurostar trains are similar to certain types of mainline UK trains - except they travel faster - so no great surprises and just a standard level of comfort. (Note: The famous Channel Tunnel is really only a tunnel like any other, albeit longer. Twenty minutes of darkness. I guess the fact that it’s only twenty minutes of darkness to travel from the UK to France is reasonably impressive)....

This was supposed to be a chapter-by-chapter series of blogs on the trip to Biarritz for Kit and Ariel’s wedding. But limited Net access before and during the trip means that it’s getting posted later than planned. Some was written at the time. Some later. C’est la vie.Saturday 20th May. London. EARLY: Well, I'm currently in London and later this morning - actually in a short while (at a ridiculously early hour) I'll be heading to Waterloo for my Chunnel trip to Paris and then on to Biarritz. I'm...