We heart holidays

We went on holiday a few weeks back, to a sleepy farmhouse somewhere in France just west of Bergerac complete with pool, tennis court, large pieces of old agricultural machinery, a tractor and a large garden for the kids to play in. It had that real middle of nowhere feel about it. It was so secluded there were times I thought we could easily have been in England, if it weren't for that quintessential Frenchness that oozed out of every road, field, vineyard and farmhouse around us. Being France, our holiday story was mainly one of food but this was also the holiday when Jasmine learned to kick with her legs and swim with a float; when Felix' love of tractors grew deeper; when bf reacquainted himself with the stars and when babymomma decided that tennis isn't that awful after all. The days were hot, the nights were long, we simply didn't want to come home. There are lots & lots of photos in the next few posts.

Arriving at dusk