I've been over to Norther France for a few days to sort out some projects for work, and to collect some Mistletoe for Christmas.
The French are so amazingly hospitable they put the Brits to shame. We were shown around by a couple of old boys, Pierre and Bertrand who were overflowing with energy and enthusiasm. Saw losts of castles, learnt lots of history, were treated to succession of terrific meals and even got presents from the mayor of the village where we were staying.
Went on to the European Children's farm at Grancourt near Dieppe to with colleagues from work Colin and Steve, to see our old friend Veronique. She's a semi-retired GP who runs an old estate where kids can come to look after the farm animals and to learn about nature and living together. It's a super place, and again she's full of enthusiasm, and incredibly hospitable.
Came back to England with a load of Mistletoe which we cut to save an old Acacia tree - lots of grand plans about what we might do with it at Christmas.
Got back late Sunday night - everyone in England going down with 'stomach problems' ( English for 'the sh***').