Back at Sainte Foy

I was anxious about the return. I stayed overnight on my brother's boat in northern France, then whizzed all the way home. It was an easy trip in the sunshine, the kilometres disappeared quickly, as the landscape changes becoming hilly on the approach to Limoges. The land begins to spread out with massive views, blue hill after blue hill.

I arrived home with the sunset, just in time to be reunited with the beauty of the place. The house had been carefully tended by my lodgers. In fact, they had more than carefully tended it - they'd painted two rooms, which was a real pleasure to see. The salon had been a massive job, with lots of hole filling and plaster smoothing, but now, painted in the colours Rosie chose, it looks splendid.

The return has not been as hard as I'd feared. Rosie is everywhere and I still have to clear out her work room. But the time away has obviously healed quite a few wounds and I am able to contemplate the house and living here with much more equanimity. The cats were pleased to see me too and have slept in my room for the past five nights.

I'm thinking of starting another blog about life this year. If I do start one, I'll post a link here.