Snail shell

Mr L arrived home on this morning’s ferry with our new-to-us camper van. She’s in her middle years, I reckon, at 22 but she seems a game old bird.

We had a run up the island in her this afternoon and enjoyed some startlingly unseasonable weather at Lopness. The dogs behaved well – Suzie on a leash at my feet and Nell stretched out on the fixed bed. If only we could have worked out how the stove works, we might have had our picnic then instead of at home.

I reckon the van needs a name. She’s German… Brunhilde?

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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

Oh, deer

Oh, deer

Nell and I had a lovely walk this morning. The weather has cooled considerably and there was a very pleasant breeze. We both made better time than of late. … Continue readingOh, deer

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