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