Kitchen helper

It was the last day of the our pseudo French weekend at Groove, although plans to get back to Shrewsbury were sketchy with pretty much every single road and alternative road under water.

I decided to wait it out and make a lunch of croissants and cheese under the careful supervision of Bryn.

Being in stormy Wales certainly wasn’t the South of France but we’ve eaten well, rested well and have been thoroughly entertained by the puppy.

I braved the roads this afternoon on a circuitous journey home but was rewarded with some blue skies and a lovely long walk with Grace. The most outside time I’ve had for a good few days.