There’s No Better Time To Wrap Up In Your Favourite Wolly Jumper, Put On Your Walking Boots And Get

Time to breathe In the bustle of life.  In the pressure of decisions, peace has become a luxury.  Take it when it comes, and cherish it.  It gives you the time to breathe.  It gives you rest and hope and life.

Pam Brown 1928

Chateau de La Ferte Saint-Aubin. Part 1.

My favourite castle of all time.  A magical place, a place of remembrance and a lively place!  A truly pleasurable moment.  Numerous different families lived here until the late 16th century, when the castle and surrounding gardens were inherited by the Saint Nectaires, who later changed their name to La Ferte Senectere.  Henri II de la Ferte Senectere was marshal of France.  Though he didn't finish building the castle, he had the two magnificent stables built in 1681.  In 1746, the castle was sold to Woldemar, Count of Lowendal.  The castle was owned by many different people, until the O'Gorman family brought it in 1911.  The castle was passed on and inherited until 1987, when it came to its present owner, Mr Jacques Guyot, who opened it to the public.

The one who masters the grey everyday is a hero

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821 - 1881)

Musee pacr Dinosaures

Part 2.  An amazing place!

Andorra

Mmmm I would say Andorra is an unusual country, reminds me of lego blocks just put on a green piece of green plastic.  We went to Andorra la Vella which sits within a natural environment of beauty.  We took a route path which continues towards the mountains, through a wild valley, the Madriu-Perafita-Claror Valley. It was a breath taking view!   Remarkable to see efforts made by man in order to live here.  It was lovely to see our son drink fresh water from a stream instead of a tap!!

Breathe, drink, taste... Live in each season as it passes: Breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.

Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)

What is life?  It is the flash of a firefly in the night.  It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.  It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset

Crowfoot (Blackfoot)

The day has been long boxed in by glass and concrete deafening with sound, the mind lost among a thousand minds.  Step into the scent of evening, the hush of the leaves, the touch of blossom.  The garden gives you back your life.

Pam Brown 1928

Even in the heart of a city there can be a place of calm. Doors shut and curtains closed, a light against the dark, wrapped round in dear, accustomed things we can withdraw and find ourselves again.

Pam Brown, B. 1928

... there's the real danger of overlooking a very important day... today.  For this is the place and the time for living.  Let us live each day abundantly and beautifully while it is here.

Esther Baldwin York