Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Wednesday, 16 April 2008
Streets of Lannion, lunchtime.
Mol is in holiday mode, pounding the pavements and sniffing the corners of a strange town, sitting patiently under a restaurant table to be fed tidbits, from Tom, not me.
4 comments:
If I were a dog that is what I would be doing. What curious smells await her!
And what tidbits did Mol get?
I walked eight rather hallucinatory (because I'm so tired and jetlagged) miles today in a bitter northwest wind . . . did it come from your way?
Are you walking today? I think that I will be skipping it.
It is terribly cold and unspringlike here.
Mol got a little bread and salmon terrine, and quite possibly a morsel of far breton with caramel!
Today's walk was very short. A long tiring walk may be a good thing for jetlag, it would help you sleep!
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