I am just back from a solo trip in little Bluebell to do some jobs in Normandy. I have tiled, grouted, painted, cleaned, sorted, washed things, stashed things, photographed things...
I also went to visit Wil and Amanda, who had just returned from England and were off skiing next day: they run a gites business with farm animals and we met at a vide grenier last year. I had a quick tour of their place in glorious sunshine, daffodils sprouting everywhere and it all looked very idyllic!
Wednesday and Thursday were bright and sunny all day, so I got up early to find time for a walk around the fields as the sun burned off the frost.
The fires in kitchen and salon kept me cosy, and what with a glass or two of wine and just myself to feed it was in some ways a very restful break. Radio 4 ran an interesting item on the value of failure from the point of view of the Forces, amongst the pervasive cricket commentary and news on Russia's invasion of Crimea (even as the Para Olympics continue in Socchi).
Daddy has had his hip operation and is convalescing in hospital, Martin is working on an elusive big order, Max is out partying (again!) and before long Victoria will be back from Oxford then off to Normandy with some friends. Fingers crossed they have the same glorious weather and appreciate the changes!
Goodbye Normandy: a bientot!