Hope you don’t mind me re blogging but I love seeing people writing about our area with a fresh pair of eyes. I’m glad you enjoyed your visit and hope the French treat you well
Day two started around 8 am. I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to embrace the day. (I was a bit surprised to have tackled the eight hour time difference with such ease.) The sun was shining through our window and I couldn’t get over how lovely it was. I had packed for the dreary weather I had heard would be inevitable when visiting this northern island.
I made my way downstairs and left my husband to get as much sleep as he needed. A cup of peppermint tea and a smoke in the garden; “this is what I call a vacation,” I told myself. With the skies so clear, I could see for miles. Nothing but green and stone. In one direction I could see only the top of a spire in the distance, amidst grassy, tree covered hills. Another scene fit for a painting.
Dorothy had insisted on taking us…
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