As I have encouraged others over the past few days to get out there and enjoy each season last weekend we decided to do the same, and take the Welshie’s for a walk around our town and get some photographs to share with you all.
As it turned out we picked the best day because it was extremely cold but dry. Yesterday Ambrieres, and especially us high on the hill, was shrouded in thick freezing fog all day which can add to the bleakness when you live in such a remote country setting;
and today we have a hooley blowing! So I am busy writing and Rich is busy sorting out little inside jobs, and as I look out of the window and contemplate winding the blinds down early I notice that even the chickens have took themselves to bed!!
This winter here has been very very wet, not as cold as previous winters but, as I may have said before, so wet we have mold everywhere!! The river Mayenne has burst its banks in the town of Mayenne and the river that runs through Ambrieres ‘The Varenne’ has also overflowed onto the grassy banks.
The pretty little weir is now a raging torrent
And if you look closely you can see the remnants of a tree trunk that has been stuck on it since the ferocious winds just before Christmas.
As always here, nature looks so beautiful whilst reminding us that she can also be so deadly and that, although man generally does not think it, we are really nothing at all!!
I love the river. When we first found Ambrieres, on a rainy day one August whilst we were on holiday, I fell in love with its beauty despite the rain; from the weir and river
to the pretty little stone cottages that cascade down the hill towards the weir with their lovely tiered gardens ………
You never know I may live in one of these in the future when I get old and downsize!!! What a view, you would never tire of it!
So on Saturday we found a little road that led down to some stone houses and cottages right by the rivers edge, a small hamlet where the houses had had pretty walled gardens with the river running up to their edge ..
But for me, it is the colours in France, with the old stone buildings and slate roofs; so many different shades of grey; and our stunning Marie building (The mayor’s) cut into the slate rock imposing looking over the beautiful Varenne is no exception..
As we made our way back to our car and the darkness was drawing in we saw a sign of hope for things to come, the pretty little catkins blowing in the cold wind never giving up
It was good to come home after that and snuggle in front of the fire for the evening, small things are the most important of all.
I am blessed.