When a three day weekend involving a bank holiday Monday becomes something totally unexpected. When the family spring the most enormous surprise. A plan they have cunningly hatched and a secret they have kept from me for two months.
It was a somewhat regular Saturday. The weather was spectacular. I chatted on the phone to our eldest daughter in London in the morning. Later that day we all lay on the lawn, basking in the sunshine watching the puppies take their first tentative outdoor steps on a rug in the shade. Roddy had gone grocery shopping. I vaguely heard him return. Suddenly a bunch of flowers was thrust in front of my nose. I turned and instead of Roddy, standing there was Izzi, our eldest, the one I had spoken to in London just a few hours ago. I was speechless. “Happy Mother’s Day” she said, “I’m sorry it’s a week early, but it makes more sense this weekend with the holiday on Monday.” I opened my mouth but words failed me, tears pricked at my eyes, hugs and kisses followed and then….
she spotted the puppies and fell in love.
Seven puppies for seven of us.
And so three magical days of family fun followed. You may well have noticed that I was so slow in answering comments last week and now you will understand why, I was making the most of every possible second with all seven of us together. But actually we were 8, and we were already in festive spirits as Roddy’s sister was visiting for a week. It was certainly a time to celebrate. What follows is a pictorial essay of Izzi’s stay. Nearly all of the photos are hers, this is our little corner of France seen through her eyes and her lens. Few words will follow, just the briefest of descriptions where necessary. So sit back, enjoy and imagine you were here with us, because we laughed and talked and laughed some more. It was a weekend of pure pleasure in the simplest of forms, which for me is always the best way.
There’s no rest for the wicked and certainly no lie ins. Sunday started in typical spring/summer fashion, with a trip to a local brocante!
But we couldn’t linger, whilst Izzi, Gigi and I were lost in a world of vintage accessories the rest of the gang were preparing a picnic. We were off for a day of cycling on the Île de Ré.
With the first hour and a half successfully accomplished with no mishaps, no scrapes, no bumps and no bruises, we found the ultimate place for lunch.
And then we tried to decide where to go to next.
Refreshed and replete we rallied the troops and set off once more, along the coastal path dotted with seafood restaurants, through vineyards and villages, on and on we cycled until it was time for ice cream!
Hmmm, which do you prefer? The old or the new??
Girl Power for Gigi and Millie! ‘Forever Girl’ and ‘Fight Like A Girl’
It says it all really….
It was a weekend of easy, natural enjoyment
and being France it had to involve good food. Rochefort one evening, aunt and nephew.
Local greenhouse grown tomatoes and organic eggs from our hens at home.
French cheeses, baguettes and bread from the boulangerie and plenty of salad; down to earth outdoor living.
Life in its simplest form.
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