The 'Lac de Frace'

Towards the end of September we went for a walk at the Lac (lake) de Frace. It’s not far from where we live but we’ve only visited once before. The weather was good, it was early evening and the main season was finished so that it was very peaceful. We almost had the place to ourselves!

More notes to add to yesterday’s post.

I forgot to mention that when we walk around the village after dark, we hear at least 3 nightingales singing. They really do sing beautifully. Only the lonely male sings at night.

Do you remember these? They were nightingales and unfortunately they never came back again. Being so close to the house was obviously too stressful for them

Special Saturday

Yesterday was a very good day for me. It started off with my visit to the post office to post off postcards to customers and then collect the post (a lot of ‘posts’ in that sentence – sorry). I had a surprise package with very beautiful handwriting indeed! When I got home and opened it up it was a letter from Keith plus a book on “Good Handwriting” which he had used more than half a century ago in the past to improve his handwriting. And it wasn’t even my birthday. Thank you Keith!

The day went well too.

In the evening as the sun was going down, Rob and I went for our usual walk to the sea and witnessed a really beautiful sunset. The sea was calm and reflected the red of the sky. The water on the marsh was blood red. It was really cold and the sky was clear. We kicked ourselves for not having a camera with is. We often have lovely sunsets but that one was exceptional.

This one’s for Zoe
Because she likes firemen
Rob and I were out for our evening stroll around the village yesterday when we could see what looked like the road on fire. When we got closer it was obviously a car in flames. There were one or two other people around watching and pretty soon a fire engine arrived. I was a little disappointed that the siren wasn’t sounding, but there wasn’t any other traffic, fortunately. The four firemen soon put it out and I was surprised that, even though the car had been a ball of flames, the inside wasn’t burnt. One of the fireman opened a door and fetched out a coat and mini skateboard and handed them to the people who were the car owners. An electrical fire perhaps.

We don’t usually have such excitement in l’Houmeau on a Saturday night