A White Week in France

It was glorious. I know we had snow at home here in England not so long ago, and that was lovely, too, but how long does it stay pristine in a town? It gets so depressingly yucky so very quickly. Where we live in France, frost, snow and ice stay looking gorgeous for so long, because apart from the occasional tractor going down our lane and a few animals leaving their tracks, the beautiful countryside stays untouched.

When we arrived, it was really frosty and misty. There wasn't much in the way of snow, but everything was covered in a thick layer of sparkly frost and looked so pretty, even in the thick mist -


After spending some time sniffing about and enjoying all the yummy country smells, the doggies made off down the lane to one of their favourite spots, a big tree under which they often find a lovely, deliciously flavourful muddy puddle


The puddle was of course frozen solid, but they went at it for a few minutes and managed to break off some big pieces. Boy, do they love their ice lollies! Hector especially goes absolutely nuts for chunks of ice, just look at that enormous piece he is chewing on -


Then it started snowing in earnest. We usually have such wonderful views all around us, being at the top of a hill, but when the weather closes in, the rest of the world just disappears -


DH and DS did take the doggies for a long walk despite the heavy snow, they looked such a sight when they got back! Thankfully, the fire was roaring, and everybody snuggled down for a cosy evening.

I tell ya, sometimes I wish I was a dog, what a life, eh, just look at this pics -

After spending ages frolicking about in the snow, investigating, running like crazy, playing.....

they just conk out on the settee. Aww, butter wouldn't melt in their mouths, my sweet little bookends -

They really do make me laugh sometimes. I was happily crocheting away sitting by the fireplace, and occasionally glancing over at the sleeping doggies. Usually they are curled up together just as in the above photo. Occasionally though they change position. One minute I was confronted with Poppy being a right old tart with her legs up in the air -

Next time I looked over, Hector was displaying his all to the world, lolol, I had to do a double take, huh, wasn't it Poppy a minute ago?

Mind you, they don't always want to be next to each other, sometimes one just has to be comfy on one's own -

in DH's favourite chair of course

But, if somebody dares to occupy the chair, they make do with snuggling with/on/under/around us -

Don't you sometimes wish you were your pet?

I'll leave you with one snowy picture taken a few days later, when the mist had cleared away and we had a gorgeous day with golden sunshine, blue sky and crackling snow


More in the next post. xx