When we arrived in France nearly six weeks ago it was still summer, it seemed, with days so warm we were out in shorts and T-shirts, and taking refuge in the shade. All of a sudden, the seasons changed, and autumn was with us.
This morning I woke up to a hard frost outside on the fields. Time to dig out the winter woollies, and light the two woodburners, which are our only form of heating in our little house.
I’ve been busy making stuff as well as writing – this is my Sardinia top by Marie Wallin, completed in late October.
My broken knee has recovered enough to allow me to go on some decent walks – here’s a beautiful sunset I captured a few weeks ago.
It’s been the first trip to France for our little pup Rosy. After being a bit clingy when we arrived, she’s adapted well and been up to no end of mischief, including escaping through the garden fence to maraud around the adjoining fields. Here she is with her best mate Cyril on the stairs – they like to peer down to see what we’re cooking.
These two are constant partners in crime, and there’s nothing they love more than a bit of tandem digging. Goodness knows what they thought was down there!
