It is, I’m sure you would agree, the perfect time of year for a sharp exit from Europe, and a swift arrival somewhere warmer. Somewhere like the Seychelles.
Europe, after all, whilst wonderful in many ways, is not known particularly for offering tremendous piles of warmth in winter. At least, not in the parts I’m familiar with.
My parents have reached the same conclusion, and today marks their departure from our French abode, on a sunshine bound flight to the Seychelles.
Unfortunately, someone has to stay behind and mind the chickens. Who have, it seems, noticed that chicken does appear fairly regularly on our menu, and have started to actually produce eggs. Which is a surprising turn of events, given that chickens aren’t generally expected to lay eggs in Winter. Still, one can’t complain about free eggs. Even if the price of said eggs is an entirely decimated garden.
So I’m not off to the Seychelles today. (Although I see no reason not to fill this post with pictures from the Seychelles anyway). I got as far as the train station in nearby Angouleme, from whence my parents were whisked off in style by France’s high speed rail network. Which was running a little late. It’s nice to know it’s not just the English who have trouble with their rail networks.
I am, therefore, not going to be spending my Winter somewhere warm and sunny. No. I’m going to be tucked up by a log fire, with three foot thick walls between myself and the elements. I’m actually pretty pleased about this, despite this being my second Winter in six months. (I’ve not quite got the hang of this globe trotting lark it would seem).
Because I generally enjoy a good winter, as long as the weather errs towards cold, clear and crisp, with the potential of a snow dusting, rather than endlessly bleak greyness punctuated only by the orange glow of sodium vapour, shoes slowly dissolving in salty road grit.
There’s no real worry on the last two points – we live miles away from the nearest street light, and our road is far too minor to warrant any kind of gritting. Those chickens could be in danger after all, if the snow comes in seriously.
If you did come here hoping to read about some Seychelles based sunshine, rather than me rambling on about the French weather, road grit and chickens, well, fear not. Allow me to remind you of a couple of guest posts I did on the subject of the Seychelles. The first, hosted by the wonderful Caz and Craig of yTravelBlog, listed four things you must do should you find yourself visiting the Seychelles.
The second took more of a culinary view of these stunning islands, and gave an overview of the kinds of food you should try whilst you’re out there. You can find that over with Dave and Deb, another wonderful couple, at The Planet D.
So that’s it. I’m not off to the Seychelles this winter, due to being chicken minding in France. Although if you were considering beach holidays as an option this year, you could do certainly do worse. Until the next time!
As always, thanks for reading! Note that some of today’s links are revenue generating for me, as with some of the links in the sidebar. I’ve got to keep the chickens fed somehow…
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