A lovely day for it

SUNDAY 26 MAY MOTHERS DAY

Here in France yesterday was Mothers day. The petit enfants arrived Saturday night, Miss F for 2 nights and Master C for the summer, he will be working soon as the camp site restaurant, in the mean time there maybe a few jobs around here for him....

The morning started like this, we are lucky we live at the top of the valley and have an amazing view of the mist below.

I got a day off from the feeding routine.Yippee !

Presents were recieved, lovely oils and vinegars from Oliver & Co, organic hand balm and a note book for the garden.

The day turned sunny and warm, a walk with the dogs down to the Aveyron river made a change.

We started here at the bottom of our hill where the camping car pitches, tennis court and swimming pool are. Over the bridge is Najac's camp site.

Along the road, looking up to the left you can see the castle perched up on the hill.

To the right this is is the view.

The river was fast moving at the beginning.

The acacia trees were in blossom.

Over the old bridge 'Pont St Blase' the water was a lot calmer here.

A quick hello to the ponies

Passing the allotment's (which were very tidy)

With competition for photo shoots.

A bit of potato growing envy, mine arn't this tall yet and not in so neat lines.

Further along we passed a small strip of poppies growing.

and back in time for coffee and crochet
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It was a lovely relaxing Mother's day, Thank you family.

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