When the rain stops for the afternoon...
The best thing about Wednesdays at home... Florent getting some direction on the building site. Forewoman L.
For the past two weeks it's rained and rained here. The tiny stream infront of our house became a torrent and the drought parched land soaked up the water until it couldn't take any more. Then, today, the sun came out and this afternoon Little I and I climbed our favourite hill and enjoyed the sunshine. We spotted butterflies, new born calves and a brave few flowers. All the jobs I had to get done didn't get done but I have that lovely sleepy feeling that comes from time spent outside and Little I might even sleep early tonight.... #dinnerwasplainpastathough #nutritionsecondtofreshair
Merry Christmas Everyone (sorry ... a little late). We survived the two days driving amongst the piles of crafts, a much begged for Princess magazine, many pain au chocolats and some last minute sewing of stockings, all the way from the wet and windy bottom of France to the even wetter and windier top of France. Even as a fully fledged adult I still cling to a template of Christmas as it was when I was little so I always feel a bit funny celebrating in France and really miss home but the girls excitement is pretty contagious and there is always a lot of cheese, which is compensation. . Today, despite the weather, as Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without the Boxing Day walk, we braved the bracing gusts of wind off the sea and got the fresh air we all needed and then Little L had her first ever stick whittling lesson from Florent in the back of the van and Little I shouted that she wanted to go home... It felt as it should do, wherever we are, it's pretty good being together (and Little I will always have a strong opinion to share).