my life is a blur - holidays day 23

dogs hiding under tables, grass brushed off the lawn, bees hovering round the garden, lait ribot, too much butter, driving via gps speed limit, Colin collant, swallows catching insects, the poverty of the countryside, alcohol in moderation, the coffee machine, Harry Potter and the Empty Cupboard, better out than in, warm skin when going to bed, the longing for rain, Plastic Beach, Happy Cycling, avoiding controversial football conversations, cafe culture, mid lane drivers, crying babies, our silent version of the same, cooing grandparents, smelly shoes, apericubes, artie chokes 3 for a £, the market in Rennes, Le Thabor, water recycling, flies, mosquitoes, the smell of the anti mossie plugins, David's photos, a crammed car, hydrangeas, trees in lines, stones in sandals, good sand bad sand, NO TELEVISION, France Infos, les ronds points, the fish in Quimper, the crabs in the supermarkets, the crabs in the rock pools, the light on the sand, the streams, on the sand, the clouds, watching the storms obscure the Mont St Michel, meeting up, missed rdvs, Sophie la Giraffe, nearly managing to sit up, un Monaco s'il vous plait, Damgan, every village has a Place de l'Eglise, tour de France, we built this city on sand and feathers, Love Shack preventing number 1 crying twice, calculating km/miles constantly, calculating ?/£s constantly, cherries the forbidden fruit, gently bronzing children, swimming in the Golf du Morbihan, the improvised picnic, Chafik and Steph one year on from a motorbike crash, it is all a blur, hitting the M8 seriously tired, the smell of the garden at home, galettes galettes galettes, a long drive home, blond going blonder ....