Enjoying Christmas quietly
I am out of energy. It’s been a struggle to keep up with everything over the past few weeks. A little while ago I quietly admitted to myself that by the time Christmas arrived...
Tagged: France
The mountains called
For the dogs, our van trips are a chance to loaf around not doing much, but with the thrill of new smells wherever we stop. I am sure they don’t care whether they’re on the move in the van or walking familiar trails at home. So long as we’re all together, that, I am certain, is what matters most. To the dogs, and us.
Holiday Sofas
Cerise enjoyed sampling a range of sofas on her holiday, Angel preferred a busy walk and Albert was happy with it all.
Visiting a tourist trap
Normally we avoid going anywhere with crowds of people. But January in France is a great time to explore normally busy places. Like Rocamadour.
Winter walks
I spent December making adjustments, mental and practical. I’m starting the year afresh, with a crisp sense of how I’m going to use my time. Walks are essential.
You didn’t disappoint
Guernsey, I had high expectations and you did not disappoint. Our first visit will not be our last I am sure. For a small island you pack a big punch. Such a welcoming place...
The South Called
For us to go south in August makes little sense. But that is what we did last week.
Albert’s little road trip
It seems like quite a while now but it was just two weeks ago that Albert Claude and I were on a road trip back to the UK. It was a quick decision to...
Sunday rambling
I’ve written before about how busy May is for us and this year it’s more of the same. From a slow Spring, the garden has suddenly sprung into action as we find ourselves in...
Shortest, darkest day
Another Winter Solstice arrives and I wonder how a whole year has passed since I wrote this. It was written after enjoying a beautiful frozen walk with Albert, but when my heart was heavy...