One thing that I have always loved since I got involved with Biarritz was flying into the airport late at night at the end of the working week and being greeted by the "Biarritz Anglet Bayonne Aeroport" sign in neon blue. Despite the neon blue sounding all very 1980s, I have to say that when I see that sign, I just feel like I'm home.
There is only one "entrance" to Biarritz that is better than that. My father in law has his pilot's licence and every now and again I am lucky enough that he picks me up and flies me back to Biarritz. On Friday he picked me up from Bordeaux and we flew 60 minutes in a little 2 seater plane down along the Atlantic coast and into Biarritz. The view on a clear day sitting next to the pilot from above even the clouds is nothing short of spectacular. That 60 minute journey was also enough to quell any lingering doubts about changing companies and having a job where I am based in Biarritz.
Roll on 7 weeks of holiday and a French contract starting on June 7th, but first, a week of goodbye parties in the UK! Roll out the barrels.
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