I really can. It’s nice, it’s really nice, and it brings heartfelt tears to my eyes.
I love the smell of horse poo, the smell of horses, tack, rugs and all that comes with horses. I miss my horses desperately.
We have had a bad day with more problems arising with the boat we have purchased and the haul out yard.
Noel and I have found sanctuary in a secluded farmhouse (the money for the boat is in the ether, moving from our bank account to the owners’ bank account – no one has the money, no one has the boat – a bizarre and uncomfortable place to be!)
Anyhow, a lovely English (hoorraayyyy!) family live on a beautiful ‘farm’ property (barns, fields, dogs, cats and horses, (did I mention the horses?)). Within this magnificent complex, we have an amazing view and sighing horses right below our windows. We walk through a beautiful old barn to climb up into our apartment.
I don’t think I will leave. I don’t want to! It is a very reasonably priced piece of heaven . . . . how long do we stay until we can claim squatters rights ?!(joke – if the owners are reading this) – . . . well, probably 😉
So, it’s a liquid lunch for me (good job French wine doesn’t ‘hurt’) – as it is too hot to walk to the supermarket!)