Each year in the first week of October there is a local fayre.
When we first found out that we would be spending the summer in Northern France with Eddy’s work of course our first consideration was travel. With two young children and a whole month to cater for it seems a natural decision to bypass the restricted leg room and luggage allowance of a plane ride, the torture of being cooped up in the car for what would feel like days on end when the littlest isn’t exactly a huge fan and head straight to the Ferry.
Birthdays, that 1 day in the year to celebrate you. The day that everyone treats differently, everyone has their own traditions, their own unique take on what makes a birthday special, where there is no right or wrong but there is usually cake!