Stories and Lentils

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Adventures in the south of France, living simply, building a home and chasing after two feisty little girls...

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One little girl enjoying a well earned soak in these hot springs after the hike up to them... there was a lot of enthusiasm followed by blue lips and shivering as we speed dried with a towel before running back down to get warm again. I find it amazing that the water here emerges from the ground at 48 degrees C on a mountainside already dusted with snow... A proper way to spend our Sunday! #parcnaturelregionaldespyreneesariegeoises
At her happiest. Outside, collecting acorns, racing her sister, marvelling at birds in the sky, harvesting dead grasses... I can't believe she'll be five in a few months. These years have passed by so quickly. I love these years of innocence. I can fry a pizza because the plug in oven has tripped the electric one too many times and is finally deemed too unsafe and she just thinks it's normal as she does with all the discomforts of living on a building site. Open-hearted and open minded, which is beautiful and fortunate at the same time...
Autumn sunshine. So very much appreciated...
Driving through the hills today was like a journey through an artist's impression of November, trees in flames, rows of vines scorched... It's eleven years today since my Dad died, eleven years sounds so long ago, almost a third of my life and after many anniversaries I was surprised at how tearful I felt thinking about how he never got to meet my girls, that their eccentric spirits never got to create some mad, out of control, past bedtime riot. And all the other moments missed. Bearing witness to the contrast of the end of his life, ripped apart and ravaged by cancer and the beginning of my daughters, joyful and full of the purest wonder, feels like the most bittersweet of everything that makes us all alive and connected, inescapable losses and renewal.
Here's a little antidote to all those Instagramable kitchens out there... Try cooking in this corner and being inspired to do anything more than pesto pasta! On the plus side, I saw a kingfisher today, darting down one of the villages rivers and up on the mountains there is the first deep layer of winter snow. 
If you have an instagramable kitchen, I'm just jealous...
Last day of the school holidays... A rare moment of peace and calm between the two of them...
I'm pretty sure this house isn't for sale but if it ever is, if someone could buy it and let me come and stay please? The view onto this little farm set alight every desire in me to live off the land and spend all day, every day watching the girls building dens in the woodland whilst I might tend some donkeys...
Our Sunday walk was a Friday walk this week (...yes, we're getting very boring...) The girls mostly loved the cow pats, tufts of grass uprooted by wild boars and occasionally they looked up and declared the mountains 'beautiful'! I've also finally written a blog about our autumn so far and a short sentence or two about the slowest renovation ever, or so it sometimes feels...
A final show of life on the high hills before winter.
... And while Florent forages I keep this one far away from all the fungus she wants to poke, pick, stroke, eat, stand on... Keeping to the safety of an almost dried out riverbed, amongst thousands of golden brown beech leaves and some handy stones to throw.
More mushrooms! It's becoming a bit of an obsession. Florent's been foraging lots of delicious Wood Blewits, Hedgehog fungus, Saffron Milkcaps and Ceps. At the moment they can be found high in the hills a little south of our village but as it gets colder they'll be more and more closer to us in the valleys and woodlands here. The girls were very excited to find a bracket fungus which we'd recently learnt can be used as a fire starter. I think I'm more excited than they are about all of this....
Coffee and walnut breaks... It may be October but Little I still regularly insists on her no clothes at all times policy.