Adjective: Tranquil – free from disturbance, calm
My tranquil place last weekend, Houlgate beach, Normandy, France.
There was the odd other person there but mostly just seabirds strutting their stuff.
It was a bit chilly to knit at the beach (well, it is November!), so back to the house for some more calm, a hot chocolate, yarn and sticks. The basket of grey from last week is growing slowly into a chunky shrug. Progress so far.
I feel so lucky to get to France as often as I do. Home away from home. Jusqu’à la prochaine fois (until the next time) …
My favourite French beach at Houlgate, Calvados, Normandy. I am sitting wishing I was there again watching the waves amble in (not roll, not crash, just gently amble). When I took this not that long ago it was a lovely warm day with a gentle breeze and a cloudless sky. I can almost hear the sea just looking at this photo. Enjoy!
A small montage of images from a special place (to me) in Northern France, Pont L’Eveque, Normandy.
Hopefully you can see age and quaintness in these snaps. Sadly much of the town was damaged during the occupation of the Second World War so much has been rebuilt. I am not sure of the actual age of the original buildings but I know the first mention of Pont L’Eveque was in the 1100’s so it’s been there awhile! As for professional photos, I am definitely a snapper rather than a true photographer, please take this into consideration when reading my blog posts. The bike rack is just for fun!
We spent a morning here recently. I cannot show you the cafe where we sat and people watched whilst sipping our cafes au lait. Nor indeed are there photos of the colourful macarons purchased (then eaten!) or the Beaufort cheese sampled at the market. The famous Pont L’Eveque cheese of the same name is not actually to our taste but we have tried it. It’s supposed to be the oldest known cheese from this area of France. Did you know there are more than 400 cheeses made in France? !
Pont L’Eveque is now a thriving tourist area yet it still manages to feel serene and even on market day little is rushed. If only I could time travel.
A little break in Normandy, France. One afternoon, Cabourg on the coast. A gentle breeze blew the winter blues away. Briefly the beach was empty and perfect.
Later, pins and wool in hand, half a baby dress. This is an ongoing project but there is a time limit.
Unfortunately due to hand trouble it is a little slower growing than I would like.
More another day …
Sitting knitting in my front room tonight, it’s a little chilly and I am thinking of fun places I have knitted and warm places I have knitted. The two are not always hand in hand.
Amongst my favourites are several beaches and scrolling through my phone I have pictures of some of my favourite beaches, yay! No actual knitty pictures here, just beaches. I took the pictures myself. I must remember to get someone else to take photos of me actually knitting in future! So, a lovely long quiet sandy beach at Cabourg, Normandy, France. Another, with iconic blue and white sunshades – love it here – Trouville, Normandy, France. Lastly, Whitstable, Kent, UK – that’s the coffee and doughnut picture – at the beach but this is not a photo of the beach. I remember that day, a lovely wander along the beach, it was cold, I sat and knitted but not for long as my hands were cold, then I was in need of a hot drink and the doughnut was free! Would love to see if others knit at the beach.
Going to put the heating on now …..