I just found these pictures from a couple of summers ago, when I went away to France with Alfie and his family. We swam in the river, cycled across fields, and drove to flea markets early in the morning. I also remember that we went to a pizza restaurant that had a pool outside to swim in while they made up your order - this was so great. I went a couple of years running, so memories start to run into each other, but I loved the house full of crockery gathered over the years, the steep cycle into the tiny neighbouring village, and the bread we'd dip into hot chocolate in the mornings.
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