The sun shone and we’re having a happy weekend.

Yesterday we went to Hambye, where a delightful quilt shop can be found.  After months of making scrap quilts, I bought some fabrics which appealed to me, but with which I hadn’t the foggiest notion what I would make. Then we explored a new patisserie which has just opened and chose some gorgeous samples to take to the Mill, where our friend S has just returned from a month in Madeira, Lots to talk about while we were guzzling.

After lunch today we went for a walk.   Having gone a bit too far for my old bones, Jock went back for the car while I walked on a bit further.  There was a lady gardening near her gate, so I stopped to chat and admire the work. The accent wasn’t quite French, so I asked
if she was English.  We haven’t deliberately sought anglophones during are 28 years in France, but it’s always good to fine a congenial compatriot.    Now I have a new friend!

Home again, and I set to with paper and ruler to plan the quilt project – an enjoyable but elastic process!

I also bought the tiniest scrap of pansy fabric with which to replace my lost needle case

It still needs a bit of hand quilting to finish it off, which I will do while watching tv this evening.

Last year’s geraniums are still flowering, as are these osteospermums which have produced flowers nonstop since they were planted about seven years ago.

All in all, a very happy weekend.