On Friday night we set off for a gîte in the Aveyron for a weekend with friends. We did that wonderful thing where you arrive in the dark and wake up the next morning to discover yourself in the most beautiful surroundings, lost in the middle of nowhere. It rained. Quite a lot. But there were games, cake (ohhhh, so much cake) and sausages cooked on the fire and wine (there's always wine), and quite a lot of screaming children and one peaceful moment of reading by the fire. The gite was lovely, but I took zero photos of it. I did however photograph our walk which was timed, thankfully, to coincide with the only window of glorious, dappled autumn sunshine. For me, this is the kind of weekend that childhoods should be made of. When we asked Matilda and Owen what their favourite bit of the weekend had been they said "All of it!".
|Have a banana! (obligatory kickstart for little legs)|
|Matilda with her best friend, Zia|
|Nell tried to half-inch everyone's wellies during goûter|