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september 2022 - juli 2025
  • Andy and Teresa Mays
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    29.01 Day 135 . . . Winter Walk

    29 januari 2023, Frankrijk ⋅ 🌙 -1 °C

    We woke to lovely sunshine bathing us through the bedroom window - the first sunshine we have seemed to have had for ages.
    We rang the changes having croissants and jam for breakfast, not had these for a while either - as we had over indulged in the first weeks out here.
    Next up I undertook some more intensive knife sharpening . . . three on the list this morning. To be fair as before they were all sharper than when I had started, but they are not slice paper from five yards sharp. Not sure if it me and my technique or the fact that the knives were so bloody blunt I am on a rescue mission. More YouTube to view and further attempts to follow.
    In the meantime Tre had made a lasagne with mince as normal but also with lentils mixed in. A few years ago I would have passed on the whole lentil thing but I have to say I don’t mind them now. They are also a good way of bulking meals out when there is just the two of us and half of every meal we make seems to end up in the freezer for another day. The way this bulked up I thin we may be having two days of lasagne over the coming weeks.
    FA Cup Sunday meant I got the chance to watch even more football while Tre pottered around, but the weather was too good to miss. So we stuck our boots on and headed out for a walk around the nearby lanes - some we had not walked before. We headed East out of our hamlet generally towards Les Alleuds.
    The sun was still out and it was turning into a stunning late winter afternoon. After spotting a few men in vehicles I wished we had put hi-viz on, as the Chasse were obviously still about. I took comfort that Tre had her bright red walking jacket on, so I kept close to her :-).
    We did see some deer in an adjacent field, who once having seen us vanished into the smallest bushes ever. How they vanished was amazing.
    As we walked into the hamlet that is Les Alleuds, we were continually barked at by an Alsatian who was on the other side of a very long L shaped hedge. He followed us along its entire length, running up and down the other side of the hedge. Despite my desperate attempts to calm him down, he continued to bark even after we were well clear of the house and his garden fortress. I bet the neighbours were well pleased.
    As we walked towards home we marvelled at the wind turbines again, set against the ever closer sunset. It was also about this point that I took a detour onto the farmers field to acquire some of his very rich, dark brown, freshly ploughed soil . . . I need some for some seeds back at the Gite. I had gone out prepared with a carrier bag and a car de-icer (makeshift pocket size spade) scraper to achieve this. Mission accomplished we headed for home. A lovely 2 mile walk to finish the day.
    Home we sat to have the lasagne which was delishhhhh!! We both had second helpings !!
    We also opened the one of the bottles of red we had purchased yesterday. Tre noticed it was a numbered bottle of ‘Les Ormes De Cambras - Merlot Pays D’Oc 2021’ Cuvée Réservée 091748. This little bottle had been €3 something and had been reduced to €1.79 . . . . It was blooming lovely - we’ve got another bottle of this!!
    A lazy evening in front of the TV and we were off to bed . . . very full.    Meer informatie

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    28.01 Day 134 . . . Oh Deer, Oh Deer!

    28 januari 2023, Frankrijk ⋅ ⛅ 2 °C

    So for another day we both woke quite late and after a period of discussing the improving weather and life in general, we finally dragged ourselves out of bed to get showered and dressed.
    After a late breakfast of porridge, I watched some very very old TV whilst Tre finished getting ready. The Big Match Revisited and World of Sport brought back some fond memories of growing up in Crawley, especially football pitches resembling a ploughed field rather than a lush green turf covered masterpiece.
    About 2pm we hopped into Roxvanne, the injection warning light still popping up immediately on ignition. We took the back roads over to Sauze to go food shopping.
    On route we saw the Chasse were out in force, passing one field that had a hi-viz wearing huntsman in each viewing stand - all looking into the adjacent wooded area. We always take note of which way they are facing due to reading articles about deaths caused by the chasse - to drivers passing by in vehicles. Stray bullets from high powered rifles don’t differentiate between humans and wild boar or deer.
    We passed safely by and drove possibly another minute before in an adjacent field we saw five or six deer walking calmly across a ploughed field. If only the chasse had known 😂
    Into Sauze and subsequently SuperU we stocked up on pellets for the burner in the Gite, together with food for the week. No unknown foods for us to investigate this week so we opted for new cheese - Tomme de Normandie.
    On driving home using the road to nowhere rather than the back lanes, we saw even more deer, these standing right next to the main road - they obviously had heard the chasse were elsewhere.
    At home the dreaded I loading of the pellets took place. I will be so pleased when we can get the pellets in the van anywhere near the front door of home - rather than a little stroll with them.
    At home we had some of the cheese - which was lovely. If you asked Tre she would say it was a little fruity . . . She told me about five or six times 😂
    Next up I decided to attempt to sharpen some of the knives we have in the kitchen. Last week in the UK I had acquired Teresa’s Dad’s very old bench stone - a double sided block with two grades of coarseness.
    Now I’m not saying it was an outstanding success, but the knives I tried were definitely sharper than when I began. Every days a school day so next time it will be better.
    During the afternoon we made a batter for some new recipe Yorkshire Puddings we had found - and put it in the fridge for an hour as instructed.
    About 6.30 we set the Yorkshires off and running and subsequently had them with some chorizo sausages and salad . . . with a new untried salad dressing . . . all good!!
    In between some FA Cup football, we watched Michael McIntyre, Ant & Dec and then Lethal Weapon 2 on the TV for the evening. We are so living the high life - exciting to the extreme. All joking apart it is lovely spending time with Tre in the evenings, despite it being winter like here, just chilling and chatting, with no work the next day to be worrying about.
    If the house comes off, we will be heading into the summer and a whole new life will be opening up for us.
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    27.01 Day 133 . . Another Day Slips By

    27 januari 2023, Frankrijk ⋅ ☁️ 3 °C

    The minute my eyes opened I was onto Youtube to check out how to use the Autel MaxiScan MS309 OBD2 Code Reader and Engine Fault Checker (ordered yesterday)which had been going over and over in my head whilst partly asleep. The issue with Roxvanne is on my mind almost constantly and will be until I resolve it. Satisfied I knew what I was gonna have to do - I sort of put it to bed until the bit of kit arrives first few days in Feb.
    We were both then up - not too early and had brekkie.
    I had been been putting off doing my business accounts for a couple of weeks and it had further slipped due to being back in the UK to sort Tre’s parents place. But today was now the day.
    It always seems to take me so bloody long to sort the statements, complete the spreadsheet for my accountant and reconcile, before sending everything off to her. To be fair it always comes back super quick and I was then into paying my personal tax and vat together with accountant invoices.
    Add to this some other admin Tre and I needed to sort, moving a google online account from the business ( easier said than done), cancelling one of my online photo galleries and the morning and early afternoon had slipped past in a flash.
    We were going to go for a food shop but we decided to leave that another day.
    Both of us I think were still knackered from the UK trip, the garage clearance and the drive back to France. The UK had been full on yet again.
    It wasn’t long before we settled to watch a film and Tre snoozed off - apparently I am her new favourite cushion 🙄
    During the late afternoon I had a chat on social with Glenn back in the UK, who was working but bored . . . His go to remedy is football quiz questions. I found a couple of complete anorak questions on the web and sent them to him. Within ten minutes he answered all of them, correctly and with added information. He does need to get out more 😂
    Dinner was cobbled together from the cupboards emergency stash . . . and so ravioli it was.
    Surprised to find FA Cup on the telly I settled to watch Man City v Arsenal, whilst Tre researched French car sales. The issue with Rox is obviously on her mind also.
    Another nothing day done, mainly because we are running on empty after the UK trip. Tomorrow will be a better day.    Meer informatie

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    26.01 Day 132 . . . Nothing To See Here

    26 januari 2023, Frankrijk ⋅ ☁️ 3 °C

    Both of us woke at about 9.45am, pooped from the previous day’s 15hr door to door journey. Although Tre enjoyed the boat journey route both ways, I think it is a really long journey. Flying has got to be first choice, with the tunnel next . . . The downside is the distance to the tunnel - 2hrs further than Dieppe.
    Anyhow once awake we had emails to send to our Notaire regarding the emails we had received from Beaux Villages Estate Agent and also some update on progress in the UK.
    I also messaged Warren to get the details of the diagnostic tool I need to get. He came back immediately with it and so ordered up was a Autel MaxiScan MS309 OBD2 Code Reader and Engine Fault Checker - whatever that is!! I need to do some homework.
    Hannah had also messaged as she was going back to the UK for a few days and needed to pop to see us before leaving.
    We had a very weird brunch type breakfast, bits and pieces that no-one in their right mind would put together for a meal. We were tired and so that was our excuse . . . Anyway it was good.
    Hannah then popped in as promised - with post, stoping for a chat as always. I also drained her of any info she had on mechanics and buying car parts here - Roxvanne may need a fix. She promised to email some details . . . and she never fails to deliver.
    We had decided on the last knockings of the drive home last night that today was going to be a chill day, so we stuck to that and found a film to flop and watch for the afternoon.
    The late afternoon and evening were very much the same, neither of us wanting to do anything very much - so it wasn’t long before the evening had gone and we were back in bed.
    Not looking forward to tomorrow as it’s business accounts day!!

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    18.01-25.01 Day 124-131 . . Not France

    18 januari 2023, Frankrijk ⋅ ⛅ 1 °C

    18.01 124. Up at before 6am and out the door just before 7am - still completely dar here in France. Straight onto the N10 and then A10 northbound generally Dieppe bound, our first time trying the ferry. The weather was fab until just outside Rouen when it started to snow. By the time we hit Dieppe it was absolutely lashing down with rain. We were early and so sat at the port for what seemed like hours - well2.5hrs anyway before boarding. A four hour crossing, thankfully not rough and then we arrived in Newhaven at 2145hrs. Off and straight up the road to East Grinstead to Tre’s parents house. Inside, heating put on and straight to bed - we have some busy days ahead.

    19.01 125. Up at 7am to be clearing ice from Roxvanne and also our Kia on the driveway. Both to Haywards Heath in Rox and the Kia. We dropped the Kia at the garage for the clutch to be replaced. Both then back to East Grinstead to go to estate agent then some shops for food and cleaning supplies. Home to Tre’s parents house. Tre made calls to pension companies while I sorted issues with IONOS. At lunch we took delivery of the skip. Start clearing garage but within an hour got a call to go collect the Kia which was finished. Both in Rox to Haywards Heath to collect the Kia. Then to Sainsburys for cardboard boxes for packing. Tre drives home to East Grinstead in Rox while I have to go back to garage to get the locking wheel nut for the Kia which hadn’t been replaced and then to Jewson’s for plastic sheets. I then finally drive back to East Grinstead - nearly out of fuel on route so detour for fuel. Home to Tre and start garage clear. 5.30pm finish and in for food. Shower and bed as up early to take Roxvanne for a service in morning.

    20.01 126. Up at 7.30am to drop Rox to Warren for service. Walk home to Tre’s parents and continue sorting garage and house which continued all day. I shot out to get boxes from Robert Dyas. Warren at garage called to say Rox has an oil leak at turbo and needs new pipe - which means not ready now until Tuesday. So new plans re dropping car to mum and dads needed and devised - now go Sunday and get train home Monday . . . . From Birmingham. For dinner we went to see Munch in Tonridge for a KFC and ice cream parlour visit for pudding. Back home to bed.

    21.01 127. Continued sorting the garage and house all day. Booked Easistore for some bits to store on Tuesday - bits we want from the garage sort. Working our plans around Roxvanne still being fixed and how to get to see everyone.

    22.01 128. Up at 7.30am Load tour old TV into the Kia and drive to East Grinstead tip for opening at 9am. Drop TV and then to Haywards Heath to meet eldest Daniel for breakfast at 10am in the Orange Square. Caught up on loads of news including 204 Chanctonbury Road has been sold and the kids don’t live there anymore! Left Daniel at midday and drove to Mum and Dad’s in the Kia to give them the Kia. New plan involves no Roxvanne to drive home from Mum & Dad’s - we gonna use the train, as Rox still being fixed. Arrived about 5pm and took Dad out for a spin to get used to Kia. Back to Mum and Dad’s. Dinner and chatted until bed at 10pm - we’ve got another long day tomorrow.

    23.01 129. Up at 7.30am. Try sort dDads bank account online - painful. Breakfast. Drove by Mum & Dad to Bloxwich North rail station. Took train to Birmingham Internation. Our intended first connection train was cancelled. An hour later finally took train to Euston. From Euston took tube to Victoria. At Victoria board displays all East Grinstead trains are cancelled due to a landslide. Decided to take train to three bridges as closest alternative. From Three Bridges a taxi to East Grinstead. Once indoors we had some pasta and watched Vera on iPad. Bed.

    24.01 130. Up at 7am to get a taxi which collects at 8.15am to Easistore in order to collect a van and take out (hire) a unit. Drive to the van to East Grinstead to load van of Garage keeps. Then drive to Easistore and unload van into store. Same taxi driver called to drive us to East Grinstead. Lunch. All completed at the house and garage we have iPad for hour and snooze for hour. Call and find Rox fixed so walk to garage to collect Rox. Drive home shower and then into East Grinstead town centre to meet Mary & Paul and all have a curry at Monsoon. Im given lovely birthday presents and we have Pinau to give to Mary & Paul. Drive home at 11pm and straight to bed as up early . . . . again!!

    25.01 131. Up at 6.30am and drive in Rox to Newhaven Ferry Port having dropped bottle of coins at British Heart Foundation. Sat at Newhaven doing Penguin notes and then realised I’m on a wifi that I’d not requested. Checked to see what wifi connection and on GOV Wifi as per Manston. UK Gov will be after me 😂😳
    While on the ferry crossing Kate (Estate Agent) emailed to ensure 31st March for Compromis de Vente was ok. Forward to Christophe our UK Notaire.
    Hit Dieppe at 4pm and were very first vehicle off the boat - result.
    Problem with van when hit Rouen - warning lights on. Call to Warren who to his credit answered and gave advice despite the time!!
    A few hours into drive Tre said she could drive some of the journey and more than an hour. After driving just over the hour and the discussion about driving an extended period she said maybe we should stop as ‘she couldn’t really see very well in the dark’ . . . . we stopped at the very next services - which couldn’t come fast enough 🙄😳😬
    Got home to Chaignepain at 2330hrs France time so 15rs door to door.
    On walking through the door Tre received an email to say grant of probate had been received - Perfect timing!    Meer informatie

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    17.01 Day 123 . . . The Long Wait

    17 januari 2023, Frankrijk ⋅ ☁️ 3 °C

    Rubbish start to the day with some aggro back in the UK that needed sorting, this stuff is so negative.
    To brighten my mood I decided to go and tidy the van and inflate tyres etc ready for our imminent return to the UK. Good idea but when the large battery unit I have for the van turned out to be flat fair to say my mood darkened. So that unit went inside to be charged . . . oh and then it doesn’t like being charged by the French power supply . . . FFS.
    Anyhow Tre had her first hairdressing appointment today and due to issues with phones I didn’t want her to go on her own, so we agreed I would take her and wait somewhere . . . probably in a bar nearby. She guessed she might be 2 hours in the barnet shop.
    So at about 2pm I dropped Tre off in Sauze at the salon and I ventured onto SuperU primarily to get some gifts to take back to the UK for some friends (yes we have some).
    I decided to check out foot pumps in store . . . 39€, bit steep I thought. So other gifts acquired I left SuperU to go to Bricomon across the road. Everything else to do with cars available, but no foot pumps. New idea . . . drive to an air line somewhere. As I left Bricomon unbelievably, I saw a car wash and airline behind SuperU, something Id not discovered before. So having collected Rox we parked up on the airline . . . . after five minutes of button pressing it was obviously
    Not Blood Working!!
    Anyhow 39€ less well off I left SuperU again, this time with a foot pump.
    I drove to a car park in Sauze and spent the next hour sorting tyres and other bits and pieces within Roxvanne. All sorted and fully inflated tyres I drove and parked up waiting for Tre.
    I sat happily in Rox, reading articles on my phone, playing the occasional game and also having a little nap. I was only disturbed at one point when a staff member from the hairdressers came out to tell me they were still way off finishing with Tre.
    Just before 6pm Tre appeared at Rox and climbed in, apologising for the 4 hour wait . . . I really hadn’t noticed, I had quite enjoyed my little quiet time.
    From Sauze we drove to check on the house at Chenay. Due to the near constant rain over the past days there had been some localised flooding. On arrival all was good and the general area also seemed fine, which was reassuring for us.
    Back at home we had dinner and then packed for our trip in the morning - off back to the other place as we affectionally call it. A little TV and an early night - we are up early again tomorrow.

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    16.01 Day 122 . . . It’s My Birthday !!

    16 januari 2023, Frankrijk ⋅ 🌧 4 °C

    It’s my Birthday, It’s my Birthday! - So we didn’t hang around for once, as I wanted as much attention as possible in this 24hrs - so we got up and ready relatively quickly. Cards opened and placed in pride of place, just awaiting the mega present to arrive later 😂
    We had decided yesterday to head to Confolens and later the Reclamation yard. We were on the road about 11am, travelling east across to Sauze Vaussais, to Civray, dropping down and skirting Charroux, then onto Pressac before finally onto Confolens. The weather which hadn’t been brilliant on waking had brightened as we got towards Confolens. We stopped just outside in a small lay-by just before heading into the town and had a wander over the main bridge - Pont Medieval, Rue Antoine Babaud Lacroze.
    Located in the north-east of the Charente, at the confluence of Vienne and Goire, Confolens, with its dungeon, its Romanesque churches and the remains of its fortifications, testifies to the role it had in the Middle Ages. Confolens enjoyed prosperity due to the activity of its tanneries. On both sides of the Pont Vieux, about sixty half-timbered houses and numerous private mansions attest to this period. In the 19th century, it became sub-prefecture, it occupies administrative and commercial functions, which modifies its urban physiognomy. Since 1958, its festival of Arts and Traditions of the World attracts tens of thousands every year in the first fortnight of August. In 1895, Auguste Redon created a cake of almond paste called Kroumirs, from local specialty.
    We walked back to Rox and parked up in town and then found our way into a patisserie for baguette and quiche. After another stroll we headed back to Rox. On the way out of town we stopped at a roadside small brocante, which transpired to be full of old tatt. I’d seen better stuff at local tip.
    We ventured on heading towards The Reclamation Yard, which we had briefly visited a couple of days ago. Our journey lasting all of five minutes we arrived. We spent over an hour walking the numerous floors of just about everything you could want to find. It is very much a glorified house clearance venue, but bloody hell has it got some quantity of clearance items. There is an entire floor dedicated to doors of every shape, size and design and a basement full of sinks, baths and toilets, not to mention a full wood yard. So if you need an item for a quick renovation and not wanting to spend big bucks - this is defo worth a visit. We will be back without a doubt.
    Heads swirling with ideas we hopped back into Rox with Tre having another drive. We were chased all the way home by the rain, we could see it behind us and we had the occasional shower - but we continued heading into the brighter skies.
    Back at home Tre and I played with the Ninja again, this time preparing and air frying pastries full of brie, bacon and a touch of tomato puree - lovely!!
    A couple of glasses of our now favourite Rose - Roche Mazet, a little TV and I’d had quite a lovely day . . . not such a bad first birthday in France    Meer informatie

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    15.01 Day 121 . . . Nipples

    15 januari 2023, Frankrijk ⋅ 🌬 6 °C

    Having made an earlier promise to help when possible - and having opened our eyes at 9am dragging myself and Tre out of bed at 10am, we joined Hannah our lovely landlady outside at 1015am to help her with a log delivery she had received the day before. The remaining mountain of logs actually reduced quite quickly with the three of us loading two carts and taking them to Hannahs stores. After about four runs back and forth with both wagons, the mountain had vanished. Both of us had really enjoyed being outside in the sunshine doing some manual labour . . . it was still particularly fresh temperature wise!
    We finished up about 1130-midday and returned inside having said our goodbyes to Hannah. Tre cracked on with some more washing while I took a leisurely read of some social media.
    A short while later Tre started on the evening meal prep and I shot upstairs to grab a shower. I hadn’t even got into my birthday suit before I heard a scream from downstairs . . . . “Andy can you come down quickly - the pork has got nipples!”
    Giggling to myself I returned downstairs to find Tre standing as far as she could away from the piece of pork on the kitchen counter, as if it was about to launch and attack her. After a quick examination I concurred - yep the joint had nipples . . . teats. Not something you often see in the UK on a Sainsburys joint. With the aid of a very dull knife I attempted (hacked) at the joint to remove the offending articles. Once removed Tre returned across the room to continue her prep while I scurried upstairs for my happy birthday shower.
    The afternoon weather took a turn for the worse and the rain started. We settled in for a film on the sofa.
    Evening meal time arrived and the pork belly arrived (minus bits), gloriously lovely and cheesy cauliflower cheese with smashed potatoes, smuvvvered in garlic.
    Rubbish TV on the sofa was the order of the evening and a not too late bed time . . . . tomorrow is a big day!!    Meer informatie

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    The Road To Le Dorât

    14.01 Day 120 . . . Reclamation Yard

    14 januari 2023, Frankrijk

    I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
    I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
    I'm alive . . . .
    . . . So says Sia in her song ‘Alive’ and fortunately despite the issue with the fridge yesterday morning so were we, last nights chicken/bacon/sausage meat masterpiece hadn’t done us any harm.
    As Tre has sorted to collect the pottery last night we decided to leave at about 11am and make our way towards Le Dorât. So having got ourselves sorted and breakfasted we made tracks, picking up fuel at Sauze on route.
    We’d not been this far east so once we passed Civray and Charroux we were pretty much in unchartered territory.
    The weather again had been pants all morning and continued during our drive east. Not long after Charroux I noticed a large artic lorry was behind me and when I say behind me - I mean by about two feet. For mile after mile he sat right on the backside of Roxvanne simply because I was sticking to the speed limits. So two can play that game and so I purposely slowed down on the approach to hills, simply to make him struggle and give me some space as we ascended. After five minutes or so he would have caught me up and so I waited to the next hill and played the same game. This went on for miles!
    At about 1230 Tre messaged the guy to ensure the pottery was going to be at Le Dorât. - he replied that Le Dorât wasn’t open on a Saturday afternoon . . . Not what he had said last night. So after a little bit of heated exchange in Rox we decided to drive to their other store about another half an hour further - to La Souterraine.
    Before we got to the store in La Souterrain we stopped for a coffee and a quiche in the town centre. La Souterraine seemed quite a a nice town with a lot of shops, which may make us drop back here at some point for a further investigation.
    After coffee we drove to the store ‘Bonkers’ and entered. We were shown the bowl and jug that Tre has asked for to be reserved, which was lovely. Put on the counter for payment, we then had a further look around the rest of the store - sort of an antique/second hand affair. Half hour later we decided there was nothing more for us to grab and so we paid up for the bowl and jug and made tracks.
    Back at Rox we made a quick decision to drive back to Confolens and to a place I’d seen called The Reclamation Yard. According to the sat nav we would get there with under 30 minutes before closing time.
    Still driving through torrential rain we headed back west to Confolens. Confolens is one of the towns we still want to visit as it is known to be quite picturesque with a river running through it.
    The yard was outside of Confolens at 64 Ansac-sur-Vienne, as we arrived with it still pouring with rain. We had 25 minutes to rush around.
    As we entered the initial open yard the owner appeared. We apologised for being so late and could we have a quick 10 minutes to see roughly what he had - so we could come back another time better informed. He was cool and on realising we will probably be wanting a lot from him when and if the house sale goes through - he was more than happy for us to stay as long as we wanted. The place was huge with about four to five large warehouses some with four floors and basements. It had everything from beds to chandeliers, all sorts of cut timber to huge pieces of cut bark, machinery to concrete lintels and pretty much everything in between. We realised we were gonna need ages to investigate this place and so after about 15 minutes we found the owner again, informed him we would be back Monday and wished him a good evening.
    The place was a real goldmine of everything we might want, we both drove home talking about the small amount of bits we had actually seen. We hadn’t even done outside due to the crap weather.
    Within an hour we were back at our place, still raining we ran for the Gite and the dry.
    We were both not really hungry and elected that cheese and biscuits, some chorizo and a bottle of red from the ‘off licence’. (Hannah’s store room) was all that was needed.
    We spent the now evening, still listening to the rain, sorting some issues back in the UK and enjoying our comfort dinner whilst watching the final episodes of The Killing.
    Tomorrow if it’s not raining we have promised to help Hannah with moving some logs that have been delivered. We don’t need them, but she really needs some help. So fingers crossed it’s lashing down all day tomorrow 😂    Meer informatie

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