A beautiful word melody describing a life carved deep with your love for France and its countryside. The devoted back breaking hours returning the Chateau’s authenticity delighting your visitors with a wonderful stay ❤️
I could feel the breeze winding it's way through the Meadow Suite. Through the door with the antique key, past the bed, the fireplace and armoire, into the glorious bath and out the back door through your beautiful roses to rest on the sunny porce soaking up the sun. Your journal makes me wish I was that breeze. Lemon cake with Elderflower what a magnifique combination.
Goodness Rebessa what long days you have. Reading about them makes me feel I am your shadow perched on your shoulder, feeling as tired as you do. A dismal excuse I’m just having a lazy half hour reading your wonderful journal! Thank you. Xx
Oh Rebecca my stomach is rumbling and I have a hankering for cake! After 3 years my wisteria has bloomed and my peonies are about to as well, so maybe if I grab a slice of toast and sit in the garden I can pretend I’m sitting on your terrace too, beautiful descriptions and good luck with the coming weeks, of double duty with guests and school runs.
Wonderful , late reading as I was out yesterday.I know how you feel about the buttercups, I feel the same when the Farmer cuts the Cow Parsley and the grass down the lane. I love walking the dogs to the Trent, enjoying the white frothyness of the Cow Parsley and the Hawthorn. It's a lovely time of the year , I wish it would stay beautiful, but it's fleeting weeks remind me to enjoy all the more .
Always wonderful to read about your life in France - a question is the new laundry a success 🤷♀️
Oh yes, it’s made such a difference. Honestly it’s a revelation.
A beautiful word melody describing a life carved deep with your love for France and its countryside. The devoted back breaking hours returning the Chateau’s authenticity delighting your visitors with a wonderful stay ❤️
I could feel the breeze winding it's way through the Meadow Suite. Through the door with the antique key, past the bed, the fireplace and armoire, into the glorious bath and out the back door through your beautiful roses to rest on the sunny porce soaking up the sun. Your journal makes me wish I was that breeze. Lemon cake with Elderflower what a magnifique combination.
Mm, I bake a mean lemon drizzle, but never thought to add elderflower cordial . . . That's this week's bake sorted. Thank you x
My roses are in bloom too, Dame Judy Dench and Lady of the Lake ahead of the others. Enjoy while they're there.
Goodness Rebessa what long days you have. Reading about them makes me feel I am your shadow perched on your shoulder, feeling as tired as you do. A dismal excuse I’m just having a lazy half hour reading your wonderful journal! Thank you. Xx
Oh Rebecca my stomach is rumbling and I have a hankering for cake! After 3 years my wisteria has bloomed and my peonies are about to as well, so maybe if I grab a slice of toast and sit in the garden I can pretend I’m sitting on your terrace too, beautiful descriptions and good luck with the coming weeks, of double duty with guests and school runs.
Wonderful , late reading as I was out yesterday.I know how you feel about the buttercups, I feel the same when the Farmer cuts the Cow Parsley and the grass down the lane. I love walking the dogs to the Trent, enjoying the white frothyness of the Cow Parsley and the Hawthorn. It's a lovely time of the year , I wish it would stay beautiful, but it's fleeting weeks remind me to enjoy all the more .
So busy , no wonder you fall asleep so quickly.
Love the posy , lovely leftovers .
The cake makes me hungry. Lunch now .
Thank you for a lovely read 💙
While reading this journal, I feel as if I am there already ! Your roses look out of this world 🥰🥰🥰
Well done both of you xxx
I love your journal. Beautifully written, I can smell the roses, taste your lemon cake.
Another fabulous read Rebecca.Thank you.
I might make a cake tomorrow if I feel up to it.
My mouth actually watered at the description of the lemon cake x
Love the buttercup field picture, and the blooming roses against the old stone! Glad you were able to wrest a little rest between guests 😊
Oh poor Monty! Never to chase the hare.
The roses are beautiful! Have a wonderful week.
Another busy but beautiful week. Time moves on but memories are there.