You know, I’d almost forgotten that I’d ever been on holiday in France, but this weekend, three things have reminded me.

At Lib Dem Regional Conference, D, who;s doing up a farmhouse I nearly visited in the Champagne region, asked me how it went, and it was so far from my mind that I completely forgot to mention I’d stayed in Eparnay, Reims and Troyes.

When I got home from the conference, I found that my prints had come: whilst I was claiming the Aiguille du Midi, I ran out of space on my digital camera, so bought a disposable one which I’d only a week ago remembered to develop. The photos are back and have gone onto flickr.

And on flickr, a random encounter. Someone was searching for photos of Vauban architecture for a new flickr group and happened across my pictures of Villefrance-sur-conflent in the Pyrenees.

Those six weeks seem so far away now. I should be reminded daily of my trip — I have a photo of it as wallpaper on my computer — and yet somehow it had almost completely slipped my mind.