It's not so strong here in Charente Maritime, but it'll do. The wide open views make up for it. Chocolate ploughed fields and clouds racing. Wonderful.
Apart from walking, I've been faced with a few challenges this week: finding a costume for my son to do his sport baccalaureate test (in a surreal twist, he has to do an acrobatics performance as Super Mario's Luigi), getting my new Soft Touch music player to connect to my computer, or phone, or anything, and deciding what to get on with now my latest book is with my proof reader (it's like having a baby snatched).
I failed all three challenges. My friends will not be surprised.
Highlights have been: a speciality baguette (with chorizo and nuts) produced by the village baker and consumed with wine as an apero; a new window ledge put in by my husband, Al; not running over the cat next door; and seeing 'What I Did Not Say' on the shelves in Shrewsbury library.
Today, I'm going out to lunch at the restaurant next door. If I remember, I intend to take a picture and add it later. Bound to be fab. One of the perks of living in France.
Happy Days
Here I am, back from lunch. As promised, I took some pics, unfortunately (and unbelievably), I only remembered after I'd finished each course...
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| emincé de boeuf avec galettes de pommes de terre et un sauce Rochefort |
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| mousse au chocolat avec poires et caramel |
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| just a little breezy for the terrasse It was a yummy lunch. I'll try to do better with the pics next time... |
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