Reflected on the house
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Sunday, 18 October 2009
On a frosty Friday morning ...
... minus five in parts of the Landes, Tod, Vita and I headed south west for Saint-Jean-de-Luz and the sea.
We arrived bang on time for lunch, tucked ourselves into a sunny corner of a restaurant terrace, snuggled into our puffa jackets, people watched and ate crispy fried cod with a sweet pepper sauce.
Post-lunch we wandered along the front but although they can sit in restaurants, dogs are strictly not allowed on the beach. We thought we'd try our luck further south but sadly Hendaye was the same. So we watched the few hardy surfers braving the sharp wind, Vita peered over the promenade wall looking for something to chase and we decided next time we'd choose a more remote location where she could safely be let loose to get her paws wet.
In the late afternoon, as we contentedly drove home, the car thermometer just crept into double figures.
We arrived bang on time for lunch, tucked ourselves into a sunny corner of a restaurant terrace, snuggled into our puffa jackets, people watched and ate crispy fried cod with a sweet pepper sauce.
Post-lunch we wandered along the front but although they can sit in restaurants, dogs are strictly not allowed on the beach. We thought we'd try our luck further south but sadly Hendaye was the same. So we watched the few hardy surfers braving the sharp wind, Vita peered over the promenade wall looking for something to chase and we decided next time we'd choose a more remote location where she could safely be let loose to get her paws wet.
In the late afternoon, as we contentedly drove home, the car thermometer just crept into double figures.
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Some time in the last two weeks...
... we missed the moment when we could have had our last swim of the summer.
This morning Tod walked up the drive to meet the workman who have started on the restoration of the house and the air was cold.
We watched cranes flying south this afternoon and the météo promises temperatures near freezing later this week.
Today feels like new beginnings, a new season.
First stage of the restoration: removing the lounge floor
Thursday, 8 October 2009
Sleeping in the Cottage
In the dark, sound of heavy rain (at last) drumming on the cottage roof.
No leaks. I turn over and go back to sleep.
No leaks. I turn over and go back to sleep.
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