If you've been following us for a while you know that I was somewhat bemused by our experience of Armistice Day in Normandy.
We're in Ireland and it's raining, it's why the Isle is called Emerald I suppose and goes with the territory.
Nothing could really have prepared us for what lay behind the closed, but not locked gate at Poble Vell. We could have spent days taking photos out there, but here are just a few.
Travelling, for me anyway, is about venturing into the unknown and discovering new things and experiences.
One of the things that I love about our new lifestyle is not having to set an alarm every day. Nick still does, but I much prefer to wake up more naturally and usually do around the same time now anyway.
If you've seen the video of Nick smashing up a paper donkey then you'll know that last weekend was his birthday.
Yes, this confirmed southerner has ventured north of the Watford gap. The verdict, it’s cold, it’s wet, there’s freezing fog – basically the same as London then. Clearly I’m a bit of a fraud,
We were only in the house of love (E17) for a couple of days so here are the highlights. I still can’t get the song out of my head!
I don't want to harp on about the war, but having spent close to three weeks in Normandy I can't just ignore it.
When I found out that we had a house-sit in Normandy my first thought, well my second after "mmm cider", was that I would finally get to see the Bayeux Tapestry.