Good Evening Lobstar Ladies
I know how you all are, I think, and I'm hoping like mad that all injuries, surgeries, recoveries, sadness, viruses, worries - and any other nasties which seemed to be happening far too often in 2024 - will now reduce/clear off forever and leave you all upright, in good spirits and one day soon, filled with laughter again. Following your wonderful thread has made me quite sad too often recently (and I've not been immune myself from the fickle finger of fate), so let fingers be crossed from now on for better things and a very Happy New Year to you and yours.
In response to Kaimoana's request for a tour guide, I am pleased to confirm from my many years in Normandy, that the Gubbins Tour Group's photos are indeed of le Mont St Michel (which I love, love, love) and a peaceful inner courtyard in the Abbaye there. The street photo is of La Grande Rue (Main Street, or High Street if you like). I bet they loved their visit. The weather is probably not very kind at present but at least it limits the vast numbers of visitors who normally flock to St Michel, especially in warmer weather, when those little streets can be a bit of a squash for 21st century mortals (even small Normans).
You also need to be a bit mountain-goatey and fit to climb right to the top, but it's totally fascinating to look down on a fully functioning tiny community with such wonderful medieval buildings and in such a spectacular and unspoilt place. I particularly love that it's the Benedictine twin of St Michael's Mount in Cornwall and pre-dates William the Conqueror's invasion at Hastings - which with my maths makes it pretty old indeed, and so atmospheric.
Aren't libraries wonderful places? For all sorts of stuff now, but I recall that at 12 years of age, it was the place that my best friend and I raced to almost every day after school - to return and borrow, to reserve special things we wanted to read and, most of all, to chat to the wonderful Children's Librarian and help sort, replace, stamp the books and learn all about the index systems. Just the smell of the building and the books used to give me such a good feeling and I'm forever grateful for the love of reading that my times in the local library gave me.
After a hard (half) afternoon's attempts to post a small parcel to England, (no kidding) DH and I (together with The Dog) repaired to a sunny beach where Dog frolicked and DH proudly walked on flat sand in 16degrees, just a month after his knee replacement. See, it's not just in England that everyone is trading new limbs for old!
Get well and strong soon, all of you, and please take care of yourselves.
Hugs from French France x