By Veronica


As much as the outward journey was tiresome, the return was incredibly efficient. Up at 5 a.m. (i.e. 6 a.m. French time), by 11 a.m. we were home enjoying a second breakfast and a feline frenzy. And it was 21C and sunny (waiting for the bus to the airport in the morning we could see our breath).

It obviously didn't rain while we were away, because the poppies are now totally frazzled looking. Does this count for Wild Wednesday?

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