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Happy Holidays

We've spent our first couple days just chilling out, mainly reading... Sime's a bit knackered from all the driving, which of course - is his choice. I like to drive too, but it's actually awful having Sime as a passenger (he's very polite in other people's cars, but absolutely dreadful with me), so we have just slotted into this comfortable existence over the years - he drives & as I'm the better navigator, I work out the routes. I love map reading & can happily spend hours with them - just dreaming & planning!

We have brought a large box of books away with us, a mixture of library, second-hand & a few new ones that we really wanted or can pass on to others after. 
Hugo can read around one book a day & has so far read: 
 Behemoth Behemoth (Leviathan) & The Dead The Dead: An Enemy Novel 

I'm also reading Uglies & Co, but am only on the 2nd book: 
Pretties Pretties (Uglies Trilogy, Book 2)   

Sime's read: Killing Floor Killing Floor [KILLING FLOOR] [Mass Market Paperback] 

& has nearly finished: From a Buick 8 From a Buick 8

The house is so nice - we just wanted to stay in for a couple of days & it's been lovely, though we've ventured out to buy bread from the nearby boulangerie & Sime & I had a short walk down to the canal yesterday & collected twigs & sticks for the wood burner, as it does get cool in the evenings - though lovely & snug with it in. 

The House   

The Kitchen

The Roof Terrace 

The Roof Top Kitchen

The Roof Terrace - looking into the top kitchen

Breakfast!

Here's some pics of the village:

The Mairie

Police Station

Canal du Midi

Vineyard

Neighbouring street

We're thinking of exploring the wider area tomorrow, perhaps go into Carcassonne - we'll just see how we feel in the morning!

Kay :)

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Anonymous said…
It looks so lovely there. Have a good time.

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