Bread run

We woke to a beautiful chilly morning, with a little flurry of snow still floating from the sky, and there was a small dusting of snow covering the village. Brian wanted to nip out early to get the bread, as we have friends staying over tonight for dinner. So he wanted to be sure he got what he wanted.

Bread on board, he headed home. It’s about a 30 minute round trip, but he loves doing it as it’s a chance to listen quietly to french radio en route, trying to pick up the conversations and understand what is being talked about.

I have to admit, I had stayed in bed, it was warm and just too inviting to relax for another ½ an hour. I knew he would try and snap some photos, and was looking forward to seeing them on his return.

He arrived home to a toasty looking house, with a warm welcoming glow of light at the window. Fresh baguettes, croissants and coffee for breakfast, what a delight!