Month: July 2016

Hogwarts revisited

As man had whispered to me one night as he held me tight against him, Avranches was like his very own Hogwarts. A magical place, the place where he’d first glimpsed his own brand of wizardry.

And now here it was, finally in front of us… And visibly casting yet more of its spells.

Avranches

      We arrived in Avranches and at first it didn’t look like anything much. We had seen so many, so beautiful, rustic, historical villages on our way here! What’s happening? What’s going on? Is this it…?! We were a bit lost and confounded: where was the beautiful small town He-Herder remembered and had described to me? Where were all those beautiful buildings we had seen when we had googled the town? Where? And is that your school? No, wrong name. Ok. No worries. We’ll find it. (Erm… eventually, we would.) Following the “Centre Ville” sign, we find ourselves on a narrow one-way street, quite steep, going down the hill. On either side were two storey houses, many with shops and small restaurants or bistros on the ground floor, and two rows of neat paned windows on the two floors above. Compared to those we had first seen, these houses, clad in the beige-grey stone we were already getting accustomed to seeing all around us, already oozed character. And at the end of this road …

So, here’s my summer reading list…

      Holidays are here (almost). And holidays for me mean that time of year when I try really hard to unwind and think of absolutely nothing and do absolutely nothing except gazing at the clear deep blue skies and, yes, read until my eyes (almost) pop out. This year I have it all planned out: a month of pure, uninterrupted reading bliss in early summer as we traipse around Europe… This will be followed by another month or so at home with their majesties, doing bits here and there (i.e., spurring man on to do some diy while I finish tweaking the blog and write, write, write). Then, in late summer and early autumn, there will be yet another month or so of pretty much the same bliss, but without the timetables and routines imposed by cohabitation with Their Cattinesses and my fellow cat herder. Just me, the patio, the old rickety wicker armchair, a couple of cushions, a foot stool, the rustling of the trees and the Portuguese fair weather, and the beautiful deep …