Beaune is beautiful.
It’s small, localised, brimming with excellent Burgundy and has a very sweet little walled city centre. It’s so sweet that we didn’t mind that it took us seven hours to get there from Normandy, we nearly ran out of petrol after our naughty Nav Girl told us to exit somewhere in the middle of somewhere sounding like two sneezes and a cough and had a mild tantrum consisting of seven, non sensical “perform a u turn now”‘s.
No Nav Girl, we shall not. Shush now.
I’ve always firmly believed that if you don’t have anything helpful to say you shouldn’t say anything at all. It’s going to be …