Sunday, 29 July 2012

Shoe Fetish?
 
Moi?

Friday, 27 July 2012

Park, Park, PARK!!!

On our overnight stop at Brouge on the way home from our holiday mum and dad decided to have dinner in the old town. 

The SatNav directed us to a parking space 200 metres away from the one we had on our first visit. 


Strangely, the significance of this was lost to all but my mother as she noticed that there was a park with a playground not 10 metres from our latest parking spot. 

This park was lined with tall trees on either side and a river.  Unfortunately, there wasn't a swing or a see saw in sight but it was wonderful nonetheless.

She convinced dad and Alan that it would be best for us to check it out as we'd had a long drive. 

I love my mum!

Gleefully we spent about an hour climbing about. 

For most of the time we were there we saw no one else let alone children then a couple of older children with their grandparents stopped for about 10mins.  They were too old for me to play with.

Thursday, 26 July 2012

Life's A Beach

Each day we went to the beach and Dad would make a large hole in the sand near the water’s edge.  Then he would put a little wall around it so we could have a ‘bath’ when the waves filled it with water. 

We loved this as we weren’t getting splashed by the waves of cold water and we could paddle etc. to our hearts content.  Mum and dad liked it as they felt we were contained. 

Unfortunately, the waves would erode it eventually.  This was by no means the biggest destructive force; I was. ;)

I enjoyed sliding down and pretending to be humpty dumpty or trying to stomp on the wall as if it was a sand castle to be concquered.  Alex did help alittle.  This meant that dad was left constantly repairing the wall defences.
When I wasn’t destroying the ‘bath’ I was trying to engage Alan to play.  Alan was trying to sunbath but I kept asking him to look at shells, sticks, etc.  Alan managed to ignore me so I had no choice other than to came back to the ‘bath’. 




Each time we went to the beach mum would pack a frozen picnic - milk, water, oranges, apples, piklets.  She'd pack them frozen and by the time we were hungry they'd have thawed out enough to be cool and refreshing.

 


 
 
 
Most of the time I played with Alex or mum and dad as everyone spoke French except for us.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
On one occassion, about 15mins before we decided to leave, a little boy (about 5 who mum thought might have ADHD as he was a bit manic in his behaviour) came up and admired the ‘bath’ dad had made. 

 
 
 

We invited him to play and he was very excited.   Despite the fact that we didn't speak each other's language we had managed to communicate enough to build a sand castle or two.  We ended up to play for about 30 mins. 

Alex would have his nap whilst we were at the beach.  We'd often bring a pop up tent but Alex wouldn't sleep in it so mum and dad rigged up some shade with the pram.

Monday, 23 July 2012

Zoom Zoom Zoom

On Sunday there was the annual air show so throughout the later part of the week we have had various planes flying low over the town practicing their displays. 

Normally I LOVE this sort of thing and I scream 'airplane' or 'chopper chopper' whilst pointing frantically at the sky.  However, they were very loud and very low.  It was very very scary.

It spooked me so much that I demanded to sit on mum or dad 's lap asking them to 'keep me warm' by grabbing their arms and forcing them to hug me as soon as I heard a whisper of an airplane.  This was because we were at the beach on a cold windy day on the first occasion they flew over so I thought that when they wrapped me up it was because of the planes. 

As an aside, the whole town was heaving with people coming in to see the air display on Sunday afternoon.  It was so busy that all the roads were extremely congested with people parking along the side reducing the road to a single lane. 

There were people wondering everywhere.  Every single space where you could see an open patch of sky was littered with people; some were even sitting on the bonnets of their cars.

To combat this influx of people (both local and tourists) the town was cordoned off by the police.  This meant that if you wanted to go out and then back to your apartment you were questioned at every corner that lead towards the residential areas.  It was worth the hassel as it meant that around our appartment it was reasonably quiet even when the partying began.

Mum and dad were a tad disappointed with the show on Sunday.  This was because there wasn't much of a display (only about 5 fly overs) and they'd seen it all in the practice days. 

Friday, 20 July 2012

Peanut guy – giving out candy nuts

Wednesday, 18 July 2012


Marauding Invaders

We would often go to the beach after dinner as it was so light that no one could sleep.

On one occasion we were out quite early and most people were just leaving the beach to have dinner.  This meant that there were lots of sandcastles to jump on. 

It was absolutely fantastic!

At one point we saw a family who were packing up and had a massive sandcastle next to them. 

Not only were the children very concerned but also their parents, that we would destroy their efforts as they watched us approach.  I think they had seen Alex and me attacking other peoples castles.  ;)

They wouldn’t leave their castle until we walked past and then they waited on the path to the beach until we’d gone along way past.

Mum and dad wouldn't let us attack their castle as they could see the the other children would be very upset.

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Candles

We had arrived about 4pm to our overnight stop - Bourges.

As it was stilll quite early and both Alexander and I were sick of sitting in the car, mum and dad decided to go into the old part of town where a major feature was the town cathedral. 

It was quite ornate and large with exceptionally detailed stain glass windows though this was lost on Alexander and me as we just wanted to run around. 
There were candles throughout the cathedral.  Big ones, small ones, fat ones and skinny ones.  They flickered gently as gusts of wind came into the cathedral when the people entered the doors.  

All I wanted to do was to blow out the candles; just like we do with a birthday cake.
Mum wouldn't let me!   She was such a spoil sport!