I Would Walk 500 Miles (kidding, when's my flight?)

I'm back from a 2 week holiday in a petit trou perdu guys (a teeny tiny town in the French Alps). The town's claim to fame: 1968 winter olympics. WOOO, I'm starstruck as you can tell.

These two weeks an opportunity for eating (loads), drawing, painting, horse-riding, tennis-playing, swimming, spa-ing (this is a new thing for me), exploring & best of all, meeting up with some of our French side of the family. Here's a little summary...

First of all, say hello to my new obsession with pretty shadows.

When we're in France, we always seem to eat double, snacks are like meals & meals are like feasts. I kid you not. I always have to stock up on my favourite yoghurt which isn't sold in England (here's a photo) & the best juice ever - Danao, not to mention French bread - of course.

All three of these essentials were present at our little picnic.

Whilst we were there, the weather was glorious which meant Emilie & myself could go for walks with our sketchbooks. On the way we came across this lovely bunch of cows.

On one of the evenings, E, myself & our French cousins went to the town centre for a concert outside, it was blues music, but they mixed in some well known songs too. There were loads of people watching, all the restaurants around the stage were jam-packed and the roads were filled with people watching (and dancing).

More about France coming, but for now, here's what I'm listening tooooo: 'Happy' by C2C - my cousins helped me discover this song, and maaaan it is good! Blast it out & dance!