Easter Holidays
The holidays began at my parents' house in West Sussex, in lovely soft spring sunshine with small reminders of Easter dotted around.
Their woodland garden was looking so fresh and colourful.
From the lush, manicured greens of Sussex we were on soon on a plane and re-united with the wilder greens of our own garden in France, left to fend for itself for too much of the time. Yet breakfast outside is always a joy next to the straggling roses, the tumbling vine and the sounds of the spring bubbling away in the background...
From there to the wild expanses of the Atlantic coast, battered and bruised after a long winter of endless big storms. The worst damage to the beaches for decades and an appalling dumping of human detritus. What are we doing to our planet?
Half the sand on the beach has been removed by relentless Atlantic breakers...
On a day trip to St Jean de Luz, nestled on the Bay of Biscay at the foot of the Pyrenees, we found that the coastline had remained undamaged by the winter storms...
So after a lovely fishy beachside lunch...
...we enjoyed some time on the beach....
...and even had a dip....
...before taking a walk around the beautiful town and its port:
After ice-creams and an aperitivo we headed back up the coast a few kilometres to Biarritz for supper and sunset:
The following day saw friends arriving and more meals outside....
...and frivolities on the beach:
And then the friends were gone and we had a final day to ourselves...
....before the clouds arrived with perfect timing and sent us on our way back home to an Easter Sunday supper and a table laden with goodies:
.JPG)
Comments