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I must have missed Spring and Summer when I popped into the broom cupboard in search of my spandex. A big thanks to Debbie for her donation. Due to the nippy weather - that biting wind curling and caressing every goose-bumpy patch of skin you thought was covered up good and cozy in your triple layered thermals  -  I have resorted to the running up and down the stairs routine as previously mentioned and adapted said exercise by carrying a large, heavy bag of new potatoes. Apparently, I am reliably informed by someone who goes cloud spotting for a hobby, that this darned nuisance of a climate will be serving up this weather for the next month. 

Meanwhile and in spite of the weather, the last few days has seen the melting of plastic from the sheer overuse of my credit card as plans turn into overdrafts as we purchase airline tickets for the summer trip. And, just only today, Le Dash took shape: Overnacht ferry to Dieppe with at least an hour's sleep then 140 miles up the coast over two days to Dunkerque (the church in the dune, funnily enough). Read all about previous visitations to these necks of the woods in the blogs up on the right.