So, we loaded up the fridge and freezer full to bursting, left the young people to it, and me and the hubby hopped on a ferry to Northern France for a short break just after Easter. We kept to the quiet back roads and investigated places we had never been before.
Like Amiens. Badly damaged during the war, it is now a wonderful mix of old and new. The cathedral is absolutely wonderful, with fantastic stained glass windows.
There are lovely walks along the canal-sides of the old town.
We moved on from there, pottering around other medieval towns and villages. I just love all that Gothic architecture you get in France and Germany.
I put in down to all those Fairy Tales I was read as a child. Every time I see a tower with a turret, I think of Rumplestiltskin, or Rapunzel letting down her golden hair so that the prince could climb up and rescue her... Ouch!
I never did get my castle with turrets ....
... or the beautiful long golden hair, for that matter...
But I did get my handsome prince .... kind of.We had a great time.
Now, though, I am going to visit all of you to see what you've been up to.
Weren't some of those Fairy Tales just plain weird?
No wonder we all grew up slightly bonkers!
