It’s been a tough old half term for all sorts of reasons, so we were all looking forward to this half term trip to France. It has the effect of re-charging our batteries for some reason, even when it’s an 18 hour, non stop, journey on a friday evening. And these were the first few sights early morning after we came off the N10 at Angoulême on our journey south. A sky crisscrossed with plane trails and this ethereal, spooky mist hovering above the fields.
And as the sun came up, this gorgeous dappled fig tree leaf on the turn.
And when we arrived at the house there was a very neat hole in the wall. We were very pleased. It might have taken just under a year but, hey who’s counting.
Bon matin France.