Our first day back home and we had an unexpected visitor watching us unpack the car and caravan. He was a sad, lost little soul who was looking for his mate and one of the sweetest and smelliest goats I have ever met (yes, I have known a few).
Himself sprung into action and leapt agilely up the hill to take him by the horns and lead him down to our neighbour who is the Dr Doolittle of the valley. Young goat came docilely enough until just outside the house when I went to say hello, slipped on the gravel, let out a very unladylike scream (rebuilt knee twisting in the wrong direction) and scared the bejabers out of him, whereupon he made a bolt for further freedom.
Forty minutes later, after a chase reminiscent of Benny Hill at his finest, Dr D and Himself had him safely on a lead outside the house waiting for his owner to turn up.
It’s anything but boring living here!
We are having a few days holiday at our friends lovely home in Brittany. The weather has been just right, warm with a breeze during the day and cool at night. The area we are in centres around Chateauneuf-du-Faou, about an hour from Roscoff, which is situated next to the Nantes-Brest Canal. Just how lovely is this?
And just to show you a geographic reference
We first came to Brittany 25 years ago when The Eldest was three, with a rough plan to buy a property and set up a small business. Life had other ideas. We have been over to Morlaix on business a few times but have never really taken much time just to chill out and explore the area. We are so glad we decided to stay a few days.
Just to sit and watch the world go by.
However, I have found myself sadly lacking in the linguistic department and am struggling to remember even the most basic French as my default second language is now Spanish, which can lead to some very confused conversations, on the positive side it does mean my Spanish must be improving. Luckily, from my point of view, there is a lot of English spoken here, possibly due to the high concentration of ex-pats and second home owners. Himself has perfected one key phrase which he trots out with a charming smile and a deprecating shrug: “Je suis desoleé, je ne parle français” and it works like a dream, particularly with women!