I grabbed the wrong camera this morning as I carried the  bin bags out to the gate. I knew it at the time but I also knew that the sunrise would change long before I found the card and inserted it and fumbled my way with a heavy camera, two heavy bin bags and a sheet all the way to the gate. Better a poor capture than no capture, so I tucked the little Nikon around my neck.

I took a series of shots and the sun blew out in all of them. Darn.

Pretty sky, though!

The holiday is over, Mr L is back at work (already subject to the first conference call of the year, poor lamb) and I am returned to my routine (hurrah!) at last, while the days are definitely lengthening now. However, I shall not be fully happy until the sun is up before I am, which seems to me to be the proper order of things. Really – pretty or not, I am content to miss the dawn.

If you are at all intrigued by the sheet and why I took it to the gate with me: it is to cover the bin bags with and thereby fox the Ravens and gulls that have learned what enticements lie inside the shiny black bags. They make the most dreadful mess within moments of the bags going out, unless they are covered.

As mentioned – today’s calories come courtesy of the scrapings in the bottom of the fridge drawers: Vegetable Broth, thickened with Cannellini beans, pearl barley and split red lentils. We had a pasta bowlful each for lunch but only managed to get through half the calories in a 900 calorie panload. There will be a reprise at teatime if either one of us is feeling peckish.

Coming to an end
Coming to an end

In the meantime, it is Spinning time and I have not packed my wheel, just my Tunisian Stashbuster Blanket, now reaching a termination point (Well done, me.) – must fly off and make myself presentable!

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Bare Naked

Bare Naked

We are home again, after a month-long trip away. A trip during which I completely failed to get my laptop out. It was good to come home. We were driving along, close to Le Dorat at the time, when I felt that “aren’t we fortunate to live in such a lovely part of France” feeling washing over me. I had a sudden urge to invite all my friends to come and stay and to shareContinue readingBare Naked

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 22, 2020 at 01:21PM

Ah, the windy highway. The last time we came down here our awning blew open… Thankfully it’s not even close to being that windy today. Phew. Not so good now that the tolls have been removed and there are HGVs to contend with. A bit macho, your Spanish lorry driver.. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

October 22, 2020 at 12:22PM

Rather a different day today but still warm, with 24 degrees expected by the time that we reach Ribamar. Those Happy Hour beers will be tempting. Shopped this morning before leaving, to find the Christmas Turron had arrived overnight. I confess; we spent an inordinate amount on Turron and chocolate. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

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