Bonjour, mais pour trois heures seulement

So apologies for the gaps in posting over the last little while - I've been travelling around a bit, partly as a last-ditch effort to try to grab some summer sunshine before it was too late.  On a very modest budget, of course - if George Osborne did package holidays, this was my Austerity Break.  But I'm back home now, so the Great Scot Goes Pop Video Experiment will now recommence if I can ever manage to commandeer the household webcam.  I did actually make a few short videos for you with my phone while I was away - nothing very exciting, they were just intended to keep the YouTube channel ticking over, but somehow I never got around to posting them on the go.  But I thought "you know what, there are some advantages to that, when I get home I can stitch them together with other short videos I took in the same location to make them much more interesting", but I've just spent the last two hours discovering that when I pump videos from my phone into the video editor, they for some reason turn into a flip-book effect of still images.  My old international thriller writer friend from Stormfront Lite is forever telling us that Artificial General Intelligence is just around the corner and that we're on the brink of a terrifying age of God-like machines that will render humans redundant.  Well, that may or may not be true, but I'll only believe it when you give me a self-driving car and a video editor that works.

So I'm going to admit defeat for now and just give you the no-frills version of the video I recorded last Sunday on a day trip to France - which was actually a remarkably inexpensive journey, presumably because the ferry companies make a killing on Duty Free sales.  I might do an updated version of the video later with more footage of Saint-Malo if I can ever get to grips with the necessary technology.  I said in the video that I only actually got three hours in France, but I realised afterwards it was less than that due to the post-Brexit passport queues, which I was experiencing for the very first time.  But in fairness, when I got to the end of the queue, the French border police were very friendly and got me through the barrier quickly, and French customs didn't even bother with me.  Which is far more than can be said about another border regime I encountered while I was away.  Hmmmm, can you guess which one that was?  More on that later...