Sunday, May 23, 2010

Mon Escapade II

Well....we did it!

Did what you ask?

We booked a ferry and a chalet for 2 weeks in la belle France in July. It's a family campsite holiday with swimming pools, watershoots, kids club and restaurants. Oh, and a beach close by.

Usually we spend a lot of our holidays making utterly slightly insane travel connections and running about. Looks like this time it'll be more manageable and the kids will certainly enjoy the activities.

Can't wait.




In knitting news, I'm hoping to have pics of stuff to show you later on today. It's a gloriously sunny weekend here, so it's time for a photoshoot methinks.

In the meantime, this is the garden post that often models my knitting.

Hungry? Here. Have an apple.


Sunday, May 16, 2010

Mon Escapade

Things are sooooooo busy here it would wear me out to describe it, and you to listen.

Still, there is some knitting going on and as always, overly ambitious plans for other knitting.

As part of the general daydreaming, I'm looking for a holiday rental in France, hopefully in July.

Part of the search takes place at Mon Escapade, an online holiday rental business run by my friend Sylvie, aka the talented crocheter Chezplum.

A couple of weeks here wouldn't do any harm, now would it?

Of course, there may be some translation issues, but I'm sure we can sort that out.

Wish me luck!


Friday, May 7, 2010

Home again, home again


Made it back in one exhausted puddle. Thank goodness.

Lots of stress and travelling, but I'm home and that's what matters. Boy, the security gates at Charles De Gaulle airport was like a riot. Don't want to repeat that experience in a hurry...then a last minute change of departure gate was just to keep me on my toes.

Arrived to a nice surprise waiting in the post that made it all better.

The kind that's all squishy in a jiffy bag and light as a feather.

Pictures and details later on...


Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Gay Paree

It's that time of year again. Here I am once more in Gay Paree.

Stuck. In the mud ash.

Volcanic ash and closed airports do not a homeward journey make.

There are far worse places to be stuck of course, and at least there's knitting in my suitcase, if I ever get a chance to take it out.

You'll be happy to hear that I'm taking the mature route in my reponse to this unfortunate turn of events.


Le sigh*!

(Got this expression from my pal L. It seems especially appropriate for today.)