So, I said I’d tell you about my holiday in France. I’m going to keep it brief.
We did a lot of eating a drinking, as seems to be customary in France.
Nadine and Jaques, who we stayed with, had a cat.

We met lots of Leon’s family, spanning several generations. I’m afraid we didn’t take many photos, but here’s the cutest (and newest) Wendy, with her mum, Severine.

We did, as I said, a lot of drinking.
This is vintage Armegnac from 1949 - it's over 30 years older than me!

And I did quite a bit of knitting on my Ravelympic socks.

Not enough, though, I didn’t finish in time. Oh well.
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