France: how we spent our days

We indulged our senses. 

Perhaps some more than others. Perhaps food was high on that indulgence list. 

On second thoughts, it definately was. 

We ate too many crepes. 

Little Winter, she ate so much food we were concerned she may explode at times. Croissant, pain au chocolat, and baguette lathered in butter were apparently more than acceptable in copious amounts. 

She earned a new title: (in our best pigeon French) 'Un petite fatty'.

Spring and I, optimistically, decided to sit outside with a needlecraft project one afternoon. We got a few stitches in before packing up to come in from the rain. 

We visited the nearby zoo, a cafe with farm animals, saw a castle, and spent much time at the house. 

On a visit to the beach we made mermaids and mermen (Triton with his trident to be exact) and drew big sharks in the sand. We were spoiled by a group of people who were flying kites. We watched them go up, one by one, and over the space of an hour or so they filled the sky. It became an ocean; jelly fish, reef fish, a shark, a whale, a scuba diver, a sea dragon, an octopus, a squid, a few mermaids and seagulls and butterflies and a ladybird. Truly amazing.

But the best thing about this trip?

...was we got Dada. In a place with tv and newspapers that we couldn't read or understand, where we knew no-one, with no internet and very little phone coverage, we had his full attention. He relaxed. We were his focus. All of us. Each of us. Just us. He prepared food, he sat, he played, he organised outings, he read, he slept. We were all so happy because he was happy and he was ours, completely.