When we set off this morning in the car we passed the postman at the top of the lane. He was standing facing his van. I stopped the car and asked him if he had any letters for us, as it would save him coming all the way down the lane to the chateau. It was at that point that I suddenly realised what he was holding.......... he was having a wee!!! A mortifyingly long wait whilst he finished his chore and now I cannot look him in the eye again!
We continued our journey to see our beautiful 'girls' and to deliver their Christmas carrots. Madame Edith and The Dowager Lady Docile are in retirement and live a life of luxury, pampered by the wonderful Ed and Penny on their farm.
Both girls are Cob Normands, the French equivalent of an English shire horse. When we arrived they had clearly been rolling in the mud in the orchard. Both weigh upwards of six hundred kilos of girliness . When they both came hurtling to the gate to greet us the earth shook!
On the way home was another sight to behold. Coming towards us sitting in a horse and cart was none other than................
.....Pere Noel himself!! Christmas has definitely arrived here in Normandie.
A la prochaine mes belles