It may surprise you to know that French rain is just as depressing as the English stuff. And we have had a whole week of it. The dogs have turned the back garden into a ski run and you need a 4×4 to traverse the driveway. I did manage however to get a photo off for the Christmas decorating competition which, considering the lack of sun for the solar lights, was a miracle.
I managed to get a couple of trips over to L’Horte in the week. Surprisingly Arry forewent his usual dive into the river, perhaps he does have some sense after all. I can’t say I enjoyed trekking through the overgrown landscape in the dismal weather but the ever present sight of Pop’s heron always makes the trip worthwhile. One day I’ll get a half-decent photo of this stunning bird, all attempts so far have failed.
Without my being able to do much in the garden, I have limits when it comes to wet windy weather, the dogs have been getting under my feet. Considering all the space they have to run around in, none of them seem to be able to occupy themselves without my presence. Whilst I’m freezing my soggy feet off, the woofers happily chase each other around the garden skidding through the mud and barking at full volume. The minute my body needs defrosting however, muddy paws follow me back indoors. I’m hoping the sun comes out next week and then Denis and I can start preparing the land so it can be covered in fertiliser over the winter, I think all that horse manure will keep the dogs amused.
The builders have been hard at work in my little home next door. The floor tiles have finally gone down and the kitchen delivered, albeit still in packaging at the moment. Only a few more days and fingers crossed, the woofers and I will have our space back. I can finally start moving all my boxes out of the garage which is a blessing in itself since several important documents are buried somewhere in there. My application for a resident permit needs my birth certificate, naturally that particular box is impossible to find. Thankfully all the Christmas decorations have already been retrieved and sorted, I’m all about priorities.
“Everybody talks about the weather , but nobody does anything about it” (Charles Dudley Warner)
Widow plus woofs 