Down to the River
I know, I know.. I've been dragging on these photos from France for WEEKS now, but we seriously took so many I just couldn't face not sharing them with you. This was on one of the hottest days, Lizzie had come home from Toulouse, we had just spent the day by the pool, the light was turning gold, Hector (the labrador) was getting impatient so we jumped in our wellies and headed towards the stream, a short walk away from the house.
When we were little we used to take a small picnic with us (mostly Nutella sandwhiches) hop on our bikes and go play in the stream for hours. We'd pretend to be be Robinson Crusoe, walking down the stream making new discoveries. At times we'd even take the horses down after a long ride.
This time it was only us and Hector, it was hot and he needed some cooling down - we have a strict no dog in the pool rule - so off we went. For a moment you feel like you're in another world, feet in the water, in a tunnel of greenery.
(For the back story, I had terrible hay fever, which explains the 3 km long kitchen roll situation ((photo 4)) when I asked Lizzie to bring some tissues back...that girl)