Having returned from France just over a week ago, my photos are now sorted. Le Batut is 725 miles away, closed and secure for the Winter after the excitement, noise and fun of the Summer. The mighty oak will be dropping its leaves to carpet the drive whilst the geraniums sit inside, safe from the chills and frosts. The log pile, food for the woodburner, is ready and waiting for February, thanks to some good friends, WPH and my brother.Our final night in France was spent at a logis close to Hardelot with its spectacular beach.
The following morning the pretty beach huts were empty and there were few people around. Those taking advantage of the warm October sunshine were out for fitness and exercise, as were WPH and I.
The outgoing tide had made wonderful patterns in the sand and the gulls were taking advantage of the many watery dips.
We stood and stared as a sand yacht sped along the waterline and after completing our brisk walk I took advantage of a quick sit down on a buoy.
What an amazing finish to our French summer! The new hip is now so reliable that I hardly give it a thought. Perhaps all the wine and good food of la belle France has something to do with that?
Which reminds me....I have a French quince crop to sort out. Maybe some quince jelly and quince cheese beckons.
looks like a lovely end to your summer. you check out the blog called the quince tree, she has been making lots of lovely quincy things recently x
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