Over to France

Bonjour and thank you for stopping by. My name is Renie and this is the story of my first trip (avec mon mari) to France. We flew into Paris and then journeyed south-eastward by car, through so many beautiful villages, to arrive in Nice. It was four weeks of amazingness. We were totally smitten and our lives have been forever changed! If you would like to have a peek at what we experienced, then please read on….. And if you would like to venture further with us, as we work out our future Over to France adventures, then please read on a bit further still…

  • The Tale of Little Girl and the Grown-Up Job

    The Tale of Little Girl and the Grown-Up Job

    Ever since Little Girl was little, she had wondered what she would be when she grew up.  Would she be a teacher of other little girls and boys?  Would she work for a travel company and wear a uniform and a scarf around her neck?  Would she be an architect and design fancy houses? “Hmm”,

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  • What is Courage?

    What is Courage?

    Today is our 33rd wedding anniversary. I love my husband to bits. But after all this time, it still amazes me how opposite we are in so many ways. We are totally opposite in physique. I lived in the same house until I got married.  Clive lived in more than twenty. I am extremely ‘aesthetically affected’

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  • That Curvy Singing Lady

    That Curvy Singing Lady

    The back shed has gone, finally.  Hooray – or in french, hoora (which sounds more like “oora” because they like to swallow their h’s). I wanted to take a photo of Clive standing on top of the demolished shed, but he said he felt too emotional and preferred to remember it as it was.  They

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  • Bonne Année

    Bonne Année

    It’s a new year.  A time to take stock of the past, find our feet in the present and consider the future. We’ve spent some special time with extended family over the Christmas period.  Our Elfie got up to all sorts of mischief again, as he does every year, (he particularly likes to show off

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  • The Subtle Art of Farting

    The Subtle Art of Farting

    It may seem ridiculous but I feel ever so naughty using that F word in my title!  I don’t think the average Kiwi today would consider it a swear word, but it was certainly thought of as such in our household when I was a child.  Instead of such profanity,  we used the terms wind

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  • The In-Between

    The In-Between

    I find myself again in the In-Between – that strange period in life that happens from time to time, when one chapter has finished but the next chapter is still unclear. The trouble with the In-Between is that it can be uncomfortable, frustrating and even a wee bit scary.  Part of me likes to have

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