Well as the British Embassy do not wish to furnish my husband of 21 years with a visa in time so he can go and visit his friends in London we decided we would make the most of Monday and go for our annual "jourcances"/"daycation" at the beach. Above one happy Zimbo enjoying sun, sea, sand and book. As you can see it was a great and lucky choice of day. The sun shone and I sunburnt the tops of my feet. I think I have dipped my toe in the Atlantic on slightly warmer occassions, but the happy Zimbo used to swimming in Zimbabwean swimming pools in September, just as spring is starting, dived right in following our ever enthusiastic Number 3 and a borrowed friend for Number 3. The kids also dug a hole in the beach that was so deep they found the sea again which they were delighted about. However when the beach filled up at about 4pm there were some grumpy people moaning about the fact that it took up a whole families sitting spot. Honestly no sense of humour.
We ate sausage sandwiches made by a delightful company not far from our house, "Franklin Farm", with tomatoes and cucumber from the market, followed by melon and biscuits. There was a little bakery on the side of the road into Lacanau that sold multi cereales ciabata that was delicious . Just before our return we fired up the kettle in the back of the car and had a Zimbabwean cuppa with cashew nuts and crisps or chips, for all the foreigners who don't know what crisps are. Would have loved to have had chocolate cake however the sunshine would not allow it.
We are now feeling refreshed and ready to face the rest of the year. Gavins parents returned from the UK and a wedding, having met up with people from Zimbabwe they haven't seen for years. What a reminiscing, catching up summer it is turning out to be. All births, deaths and marriages in the last 12 years have been discussed, mourned and registered. Gosh a lot happens when you are busy.
We visited a new Equestrian Centre recently opened in Mussidan for a friends birthday party on Sunday and with all the gadding about have a list as long a your arm to catch up with, not to mention paperwork that always arrives just before the kids go back to school as France goes back to work.
Just to prove we have done some work this week. Or at least Gavin has.
There is potentially an article going out in "The Gourmand Magasin" attached to Sud-Ouest about us if the charming woman actually understood my french down the phone so keep a look out all you locals.
See you all soon.
I am farming sheep and goats on the Dordogne/Gironde border with my husband and our 3 children. We have an on farm butchery and sell our meat direct to the public via the markets and delivery points in our local area