|The water began to recede as the sun returned.|
|But the swans refused to give up on their farm-field ponds. They stayed until the bitter end|
|Earl's new hat. He still wears it today, especially with the ear flaps down in the cold.|
We explored restaurants throughout Cognac, those recommended by Google or Yelp reviews. We were rarely disappointed.
One restaurant offered a buffet for entrées then brought the main course to the table
|The buffet for starters -- careful not to overindulge, the main course is coming.|
|Duck again for me? Bien sur. I should have been able to fly I ate so much duck.|
We also ventured to Bordeaux one day. We walked along the river there and found an outdoor restaurant that served us drinks before a late lunch.
|Old town of Bordeaux stood across the river from where we parked.|
We returned to Quillan, a small town surrounded by mountains. We loved walking out the door and onto a trail. Our Airbnb hosts were Australian and so helpful at suggesting what we needed to know about living in Quillan. (Of course, spoiler alert, this is where we eventually settled.)
and we traveled on to England, a first for Earl.
We stayed in England until March, walking dogs and laughing at Spud the dachshund puppy, except when he picked up a dead frozen squirrel and we had to chase him down.
The language made things easier in England, but we'd been spoiled by French drivers who gave way to pedestrians and we nearly got run down by cars.
Mostly we spent that first week, at the end of February, walking the dogs and basking in the sunroom.
We read a lot of books and strolled through British countryside. We visited restaurants and pubs and got a taste for life that seemed just a bit too close to American for it to feel exotic.