Dog moves in mysterious ways

It’s been a bit chilly lately. Minus 7 last Thursday, a balmy minus 4 this morning.  Having the heating on all night means that the house is actually comfortable (the first couple of days it never quite warmed up and it was like the bad old days in the “spaceship” when we first arrived in France). Anyway it was so cold all the lakes have frozen and I took my camera for a photo shoot during the morning dog walk. Siena is a very silly dog and I shot some photos of her walking on water (albeit frozen) before I called her off in case it was not as solid as it looked; the last thing I wanted was to have to wade in to rescue her! The frosty days do give some lovely scenes.

Adam (my middle son) is currently junior doctoring in Brisbane and is loving the heat, he says that whilst he enjoys having his bedroom air conditioned he never plans to live in a cold place again (and don’t tell me it gets cold in winter – unless you get down to minus 7!). Being brought up in Wales he’s had more than his fair share of cold grey winters and less cold grey summers but I expect he’ll start complaining about the heat after a while (perhaps twenty or so years!)

Work has been busy in the weeks after Christmas, Delia’s clients are very busy and as well as some web stuff, I’ve actually had two clients with Mac problems. To be fair the problems were more that the Mac is different in usage than a PC but I really don’t like them, working with clients’ Macs is ok but whilst they are pretty they seem to be expensive!

Being tied up during the week does mean that our planned work on the bathroom is slower than we’d hope. We must get the bath back into service before the end of February as a part of a cat sitting deal with a friend.  Who after waiting for 3 years still doesn’t have a bath in her bathroom. 

“Seeing”? in the New Year

Since I last wrote, Christmas and New Year have both happened. Delia wrote on New Years eve so I should describe our New Years Day adventure seeing in the first sunrise of 2017. The highest hill (or mountain as Delia described it) nearby is called La Grande Puyconnieux (as far as I can translate “the big hill of knowledge”!). Anyway, 7.45am saw us dressed for bear (well at least freezing fog) with flasks of our preferred hot beverage (and carefully wrapped glasses and a bottle of decent sparkly). Pitch black as we set off the sky gradually lightened as we drove hoping to emerge above the fog.  Climbing the final few metres on foot from the car park showed no let up of the fog. So we stood at the viewpoint hopefully, as the official sunrise came and went with little change – we could dimly see trees at a range of about 100 metres but little else. We did not break out the champagne and went back home for bacon, eggs, beans and potato waffles (more full English than traditional French).

The fog continued all day. Portent? A year of things not going right or a year of surprises? Personally I reckon it will be a year of 365 days.

Fortunately on the day of New Year’s eve we had enjoyed the sunshine when we went to a favourite lake we had discovered when Delia’s Aussie friends came in 2015.

And yet another lake walk, this time lake St Estephe the day after our foggy years start. So our friends had fond memories of refreshing winter walks and we had a good start to another adventurous year.