Splattered

We are splattered, having packed up our house, caught a ferry to France and been so exhausted that’s we drove in the wrong direction for half the morning, so I will post this blog tomorrow. But let it be known that this morning we cycled to the village for croissants, swum in a warm lagoon and are contemplating buying an inflatable canoe to paddle across Morbihan’s calm bay seeking a tranquil beach upon one of the fifty odd islands. For a while, as they say, life will be a beach, an island and a campsite. Can’t be bad....