It’s Paques or should that be “Pack”?

Easter, or Paques in France is a time of peace and quiet, or at least it is where we are. There’s not a soul around, nor non-natural sound to be heard. Bliss. We’re having a hefty Easter Sunday lunch of roast lamb and all the trimmings, so thought we’d best walk up an appetite first thing this morning, with a tranquil, lengthy ramble round the lanes.

Susie-Belle wasn’t that enamoured with the route planner by the end however, as the route we took meant we had the “big hill” to climb when our legs were tired at the end. Usually I make sure we go down the “big hill” at all times as it’s a killer on the legs to do otherwise, but I’d somehow forgotten this essential detail until it was too late and we had no choice if we were to make it home, unless we wanted to walk the long way round the bottom of it, adding another 2k onto an already 9k walk.

So up the hill we went, Susie-Belle and I bringing up the rear, slowly and at our own pace. At least it wasn’t hot, when the sun’s out I sweat buckets just thinking about that hill. Now we’re all ready for our large and tasty lunch. Susie-Belle and Renae have the rest of the beef liver we bought the other day in the butchers – we never find that at home – and we’ll save them some roast lamb for later. They’ve earned a special Easter feast, as I think have I.