A sad but beautiful day

It was a sad day today because I was all alone again and missing Em after a lovely weekend with her. However the sun shone bright to try and cheer me up. I opened all the doors and turned the stereo up loud and listened to summery music while I worked. I checked the temperature on my outdoor thermometer at around 3pm and it was reading 21 degrees. I felt it too - I spent the whole day shifting boxes around the chateau. I shifted everything that was outside, everything in the kitchen and nearly everything in the Napoleon wing. A lot of it needed unpacking too so I felt good about what I had done and decided to take Joe for a nice long walk in the evening sun. Savennes was bathed in an incredible light and so I took my camera with me. This is what I saw:

The Snow is beginning to melt but the Mountains were as clear to see as I have ever seen them before. Obviously it isn’t as clear in a photo but you get the idea:

The clouds and the mountains start to merge in this photo:

My walk takes me a along a track that has a great view of the mountains all the way down:

At the bottom of the track there is a beautifully restored house but they clearly didn’t get to this barn on the property in time:

Joe has now decided to pose in every photo I take. This shows Savennes cemetery in the top right corner:

Walking back to Savennes you can see the church spire in the distance:

Joe got impatient when I was taking this photo and so he walked off:

Poplar trees that the French are so fond of growing:

Joe is eager to re-enter his village:

The red shuttered house where there is a dog with a really deep voice that barks at Joe. I keep telling Joe he is French and so he won’t understand him:

The main street in Savennes is very busy and Joe has to be careful crossing the road:

Joe is now getting a bit bored with all of these photos and looks a little disinterested in front of the church:

Joe perks up a bit because he can smell French wee – it’s the village public toilet:

Joe tries to look down the street that leads to Philippe’s farm. He is looking for Lolita his French girlfriend:

Joe turns round to ask me why this house has a vase in every window. I tell him that it is a French custom and he understands:

Joe looks longingly at the village bar – it is very warm and he quite fancies a cool glass of beer:

Joe feels embarrassed as he stands in front of the village war memorial, he knows it is disrespectful:

Joe really has had enough now and doesn’t see the point in photographing the old shop that is no longer open for business. He walks off in disgust:

Joe hopes he can escape my obsession with taking photos at Claudie and Eddy’s house but there is no one in. However this does mean we can see their beautiful lilac shutters:

Joe waits patiently at the door to the Chateau, he knows that it won’t be long till he gets fed!