After a longish absence of nearly a year, on account of Transatlantic travels, we arrived back in France yesterday. Our first stop is pretty much always Pol de Leon, about five miles down the road from the ferry port. There we visit E Leclerc, a branch of the French supermarket that seems like a cross between Sainsburys/Waitrose. After an evening crossing we'll hole up in their car park until the store opens in the morning. For within there are treats! We've come away with lush patisserie, vanilla infused Breizh cola, wine, cured meats and cheese, cornichons, fish soup and accoutrements, ghost shaped crisps and dinosaur biscuits that Louis has loved since he was wee and of course bread. We skipped on the live langoustines that we both love as we'll get these later in the week nearer the campsite. At the till I was given a floppy flower in cellophane. 'C'est le Fête des mères demain?' I asked the checkout lady and received confirmation that yep, 1) my rusty French can still be understood by the natives and 2) it's Mother's Day this weekend over here.
In its improvised beer glass vase my rose has perked up nicely. I'm dead chuffed as I'm a bit of a sucker for fleurs. To any of my readers out there who may be French mummies, have a great day. Our parenting job is tricky at time but it has the potential to bring some of the greatest rewards.