Thursday, 18 July 2013

Normandy

Jardin des Plantes in Avranches, Normandy; in the far background one could see the mont St Michel, however not visible in the photo; there were quite a few exotic trees and plants in htis garden, notably a eucaluptus tree from Tanzania with long pointy leaves, I of course collected a few and have thought about sewing them into a piece, the fragrance reminding me of summer once winter cold has arrived....
wooden man staring back at us through time; he dwells in the Scriptorial, situated in the town of Avranches; a museum dedicated to the written word and all that accompagnies putting letters to paper, making marks, leaving a readable trail over the centuries. In a climatized room there were even several manuscripts from the monastery of Mont St Michel (which we have yet to see)

the boys walking on a beach in Saint Pair sur Mer, a coastal village close to our campsite

and this is how we make coffee these days!


 we love shopping in French supermarkets, they sell everything: from live crabs to every kind of salt you can imagine....clothes, kettles, school stuff, oh yes regular food; there was even a barber shop where D went for a hair cut, whilst I roamed the aisles








 again the beach near Saint Pair sur Mer, further away from the village; as you can see the weather is amazing! finally the best café creme to date, with the luxury of a news paper; I have concluded that reading a quality news paper, such as Le Monde, in French is easier than trying to read a tabloid, which has so much slang and references to persons unknown to a foreigner; I'm now up to speed on Mexican affairs and the anti-gay-marriage sentiments in France, which took me by surprise as I had considered France to take a more liberal approach on all matters sexual.....a lot has changed since I lived here thirty years ago.






 this type of shell is new to me, they seem to be common on this coast, as always I'm collecting them; note the one with families 'living' in them and the one on the bottom right hand side with lots of tiny holes in it, what on earth did that?



these are two beach pieces, started in the What If diaries concerning all things white, I feel they are particulary appropriate to work on whilst here; I love how the shells and colours match



 on our evening walk last evening we found two dead butterflies and this feather, which I think comes from a woodpecker
ending on a basic note: managed a wash this morning and as we forgot a washing line: we used two tent poles stuch between the trees instead

p.s. a sad fact of camping life: despite the 5 stars we have to pay for the wifi, so my blogging time is limited.....alas no time to visit other blogs, or if I do it's gonna cost; hope you are all well and enjoying summer as we are here in sunny Normandy

7 comments:

jude said...

nice to see cloth among the moments. same kind of shells here.

Mo Crow said...

what a beautiful beach cloth Saskia!

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

such a FLOW in these photographs,
all related.

camp stoves. it's been a long
time since camping days...
feels good to see this

patricia said...

have the same fascination with shells--the wonder of "what made that hole?" yes. tried to afix some to cloth but it didn't work. thanks for this mini trip.

patricia said...

tried to add this site to my blog but it keeps saying "rss or atom feed cannot be found" have no idea what that means--do you?

Julie S said...

i too feel nostalgia for camp stoves and tent poles...hooray for you and your family

Valerianna said...

Wow, I'm totally smitten with the "wooden man", he's beautiful. Not unlike a face I saw looking back at me today from a tree. One small spot of sunlight illuminating this configuration on a tree that was clearly a spirit looking back at me. And looked just like this wooden man.

Also, to say, I would be here more often, but cannot get your blog to come to my blogfeed. I've told you this before. When I do come, I'm overwhelmed cause I want to catch up, but it seems an enormous task. How strange is this? I rely on blogger to remind me of the blogs I want to see. Anyway, just wanted to say that... I come here and scroll through and try to catch up and wish I were here to know your story more fully.