Just a perfect day…
Yesterday was, I think, the perfect day.
The location: Île de Ré. The company: perfect. The weather: beautiful.
The children played all day with buckets, spades, body-boards and lightsabers.
We relaxed, chatted and just soaked up up the sun as it continued to bake the west coast of France.
We introduced the Dixies to the game of Kubb [website].
And, most excitingly, our resident hunter-gatherer prised us some oysters off the rocks and both Lisa and I ate one for the first time ever!
The verdict? Not actually as bad as we had anticipated. And these were lacking in any lemon juice, or white wine to wash them down. I think we were both rather chuffed that we had managed to crack another culinary fear.
Now, as for snails and frogs legs, that is definitely a different matter…
See the full set of photos from the day [here]
on 23 September 2008 at 12:35 pm :
You did very well facing your fears…snails and frog legs are next on the list…the conversion will be complete after that…courage!
on 23 September 2008 at 3:58 pm :
Eeek! I think we may need to polish off a bottle of Pineau before getting THAT brave!
on 24 September 2008 at 6:14 pm :
Snails and frogs legs were no problem, although I wouldn’t choose to eat the latter because I think the way they are killed is cruel. However, despite several attempts to appreciate oysters I have to admit they are one food item that I cannot manage. Well done you!
on 25 September 2008 at 9:24 am :
You have captured the perfect atmosphere here Richard.
I look forward to Christmas Eve for the Oysters – although I am the only one in the family who really likes them.
Nice thought collecting your own though.
Phil
on 25 September 2008 at 9:39 am :
Sabloneuse: Thanks! I don’t really see why people rave so much about them, but at least I now feel confident that I could eat them if offered. Probably not something I’d go out of my way to choose though.
Philip:Hi Philip, thanks for dropping by. It really was such a wonderful day, I couldn’t describe it in words, so thought I’d let the pictures tell most of the story. There was something special about having it freshly “picked” – how could I have refused? PerigordVacances is a good read – off to subscribe now