Lost in France

Today we decided to do a fairly short cycle ride as we had a Skype session arranged for 10.30 a.m. with my daughter.  Sarah lives on the other side of the world in Sydney so these sessions are very precious to us.

We planned to ride through the woods, a gentle descent through donkey valley, past the wood yard and back via our bastide town.  Back home in plenty of time for our Skyping. After we came out of the woods Paul suggested we try a different route down to the wood yard.

“Only if you know the way, I don’t want to miss Sarah.”

“Don’t worry, I know the way.”

We came to a fork in the road. 

“I think we should turn left here down to the farm.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Paul replied and without further ado turned right.  The hard surface turned into a gravel track leading upwards into the forest.

“I don’t think this is the right way.”

“There’s a horse sign, it will lead somewhere.”

Actually it was a very pretty ride through the forest, bouncing along the gravel track and trying to avoid potholes, except we didn’t have a clue where we were.  Eventually the forest spat us out and we found ourselves back in donkey valley on a road we recognised.  I did my fastest time ever cycling up the hill home.  I really didn’t want to miss that Skype session.

Sewing Bee was far more entertaining this week. The focus was on children’s clothes. Jamie’s tweed tailored cape was beautifully made and Angeline’s red cape with tartan godet and bow was delightful.  But what really made me chuckle was poor Ghislaine’s attempt at making a babygrow (sleepsuit).  It had a wonky gusset and one of the legs was inside out and just looked so funny lined up with all the near perfect ones.  You really don’t want a wonky gusset.