Tine had a great time in Sheffield for a few days having Alfie to herself, but all good things come to an end and I was soon back on the 'taxi-run' to La Rochelle airport.
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| This time I had the perfect excuse to be late: Le Pont du Brault opened before my very eyes... |
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| ...to allow a catamaran to make its way to the sea. |
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| In case you think we might starve over here, just look at Tine's mille feuilles for Cynthia's birthday (and a rematch for Nad & Phil on their visit), |
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| or the trifle Shan made when we ate at theirs, |
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| or the Tine-made pizza to prove she's not lost her touch! |
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| Meanwhile the walks continue. These are low-maintenance hedgerows along the main road into La Tranche. |
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| But as winter draws in with its cold and damp, there's nothing better than warming our bones by the log fire! |
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