Sunday, 1 July 2012

The Holiday of the Chickens

As mentioned previously, last week we effected an escape from the country.

Basically, we packed the Girl off to school with her suitcase on Monday morning, then legged it.  We even had the theme tune from The Great Escape in the car on the way to Folkestone...and while the Girl and her teacher and classmates were chugging their way across the Channel in their ferry, we were under it on a train on our way to France.

And after many hours of tunnelling and driving, we arrived at the Gite of Chickens, somewhere in Normandy:

Yes, we spent our holiday photographing chickens.  And watching chickens.  And teasing chickens, by making them run for breadcrumbs.  (Have you ever seen chickens run?  Hilarious)...And that cockerel, he was well and truly hen-pecked - the chickens even stole food from his beak.  Didn't stop him waking up at 5 every morning, though...

Chickens, the last Wallander book, a cold beer....bliss.

We did venture out occasionally, to enjoy a meal a deux

The John Steele being this chap, suspended on the church at Sainte Mere Eglise by his parachute on D-Day.  You'd have thought someone would have helped him down by now...

Inside there's quite a bit of stained glass dedicated to the American parachute regiments (most notably 101 Airborne, of Band of Brothers fame)

But mostly, we just sat around and looked at this



  1. Oh, a holiday a deux, how charming (I'm so jelous!) Love those pieces beow & the strip bags are lovely.

  2. ahh yes, that view makes you feel better!

  3. Normandy is wonderful isn't it. Hope you're still relaxed from it :-)

  4. Chickens really are hilarious when they run. :)

    Sounds like a fun vacation! Beautiful photos, especially the sunset.

  5. Looks like a fabulous place and very entertaining. Hope you are enjoying The Troubled Man.

  6. Sounds as though you had a good break.


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