Window Wednesday — Chiswick House

  It was pretty much a case of sticking a pin in the map on Sunday morning when we woke up in London and decided to stop off for a walk before heading home.   Though the map was actually a book called “Secret London” and the pin was Mr B’s thumb as he flicked

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Window Wednesday — Clandon Park

Not what you expect a National Trust house to look like, and certainly not one that I that would be featuring on my sporadic lately weekly post about my love of windows.  As you know, I do love windows as they can perfectly frame a shot, can give you a glimpse of  a world beyond

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Time to run away to Spain?

I joked on Twitter the other day that with the announcement of the general election this summer, and the deepening Brexit debacle I was seriously thinking about running away for a couple of months and hiding in a cave.   I was only joking but off the back of a week in France where I

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Window Wednesday — Collioure

I might be 48 this year but when my parents tell me I have to do something, well, I do it.    Over  lunch earlier this month they asked about our upcoming trip to France as it is a country they know well, particularly the area we were heading to.    “You must go to

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A week in France — Chez Bebelle

It’s easy to say that you have a new favourite restaurant.  Or a place that you remember for all the wrong reasons.  We had a shocking lunch just before we went to France, and equally today I have had quite possibly the best fish and chips I have ever had.  At the time they are

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A week in France — Lagrasse

I knew nothing about this medieval village just down the road from Maison de la Roche, expect that we were told we had to visit because it was one of the most beautiful villages in France.  An honour it holds along with 150 other villages who have been deemed Les Plus Beaux Villages de France

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A week in France — Narbonne

Narbonne is another town in the south of France that is steeped in history.  Full of gorgeous buildings, wide pavements and plane trees, the canal, coffee shops and little sun drenched squares. Sadly I sort of glossed over all of that on our recent trip because, well two words:  “food” and “hall”. The Halles de

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A week in France — Carcassonne

Every time we got close to anything vaguely resembling a bridge in this town I turned to Mr B and started singing “Sur le pont, Carcasonne” last week.  Yes, I know it should be Avignon but where is the fun in that when you are in Carcassonne and not Avignon. I did the same on the way through

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