Norman, I shall think of you when we are eating our sandwiches whilst out walking the dog.
There was one year when we took our sandwiches to walk in the Afan valley near Port Talbot in South Wales on Christmas Day. It started to snow and the light amongst the trees was utterly enchanting; ethereal and beautiful. The dog was in her seventh heaven.
Then, as we descended from the heights to return to the car park, we saw just such another mad couple as ourselves. And they, too, were having a picnic in the freezing cold with their dogs.
Some of us really, really love our alternative Christmas, don't we?
Apprendre une langue, c'est faire un voyage différent chaque jour.
from Fle pour les curieux