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Julia Child of Quimper
I am staying in Quimper with my very own version of Julia Child. C’est vrai. Julia Child sans beurre – without butter, or at least butter in moderation. If you know me, you’ll probably know that I have a thing for Julia Child. I grew up watching her on television and the movie Julie and
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London to Quimper, France
Ok, so I’ve heard people talk about transport delays and cancellations during their travels. I guess I’d understood that these things were an inconvenience, but surely you just go to a “desk” and someone behind that desk helps you sort things out. Right? Hmm, that’s not quite what happened to me on my journey from
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The Lady and The Spider
I’m going to skip back a couple of weeks, to talk a bit more about our time in Coventry and also to mention something special that was given to me by Clive’s Aunty Marlene. Coventry is an important place in Clive’s history because it’s where both his parents grew up and where they first met
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Aunty K from Cornwell
Aunty K is a tiny lady who wears blue track pants tucked into her thick socks, black trainers lightly speckled with red paint from some past DIY project and a big bright-orange puffer jacket. She ties her shoulder-length, white hair back from her face with a maroon-coloured scrunchie, carries her out-and-about gear in a Buzz
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Squirrels, Selfridges & Foxes, Oh My!
Squirrels are real! I was beginning to wonder. If one could have a soul animal, I think a squirrel would be mine – very easily distracted, yet at the same time extremely cute and surprisingly intelligent. Cough. I’d heard that squirrels were to be seen all over the place in England, running across people’s fences
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The Town of Warwick
Clive’s cousin Steven and his wife Sally-Jane live in Warwick, England. Warwick is only a twenty-minute drive from where we are staying in Coventry, so earlier this week we went to visit them. Warwick is a gorgeous English town, probably my favourite so far. We met up with Steven and Sally-Jane in a pub for
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…
Over To France 