Our Tuesday in France was a good day but what happened?
3 weeks into our new life and I am learning to expect happy days and almost to take them for granted.
We headed off into the big town to find a plug for our sink. Such missions excite my husband far more than they do myself but the journey to the town is so beautiful that I went with him.
We called at the bottle bank where my youngest son got a huge thrill out of lobbing the bottles into the bank. Free Summer holiday activity right there by the way for any cash-strapped parents. Before you get any wrong ideas, I am hardly drinking at all here and my husband has cut back too. Who needs to self-medicate when life is so good?
We had a gentle afternoon at home and then headed out the lake. My teen son is so brilliant at walking the dog who seems to pull less for him so he was in charge of the lead. We were not sure how far the lake was from the house but even though it was uphill we found the distance perfectly manageable. We walked round the lake and then my teen boy spotted some steps taking us through a woody area which led to a derelict chapel. I translated what I could of the information board outside and it seems in its time it has looked after many a soul whether poor, sick or dying.
it is a shame to see it in such bad condition with a smashed window for starters. I wonder if you can get inside and if it is safe to do so. I also wonder if France has something like an English Heritage or National Trust. Of course, as we travel we see just how big a focus there is or certainly has been on religion in France with crosses as you enter towns and villages and statues to Our Lady and other figures in the most random places. We were in a tiny village recently that had 3 churches!
We put on a DVD but I could not work up much interest in it so went to bed trying to psych myself up for an expat coffee morning on Wednesday.
So there you go, that’s our Tuesday in France. You don’t have to read this stuff you now. It is there to record our adventures and because I love to write. It is so liberating to blog just for the fun of it again.