We have had a great weekend, my friend Fi is over from San Francisco where she lives her “glam” life in an alternative existence to my bumpkin life. (The lady in question has also been seen in the garden in past seasons in wellies and a bikini – no need for wellies this year.) Fi, the girls and I went on a mini road trip off to friends of mine near Alençon. Fi was doing the driving, so I got to take in the full beauty of the area – and it really is stunningly beautiful, with loads of woodland.
Today was one of those days where France just looked beautiful, and on the way home I had promised the girls we would stop of in Domfront for an ice-cream. This turned out to have been a really great idea. I had no idea Domfront was so beautiful and for some reason empty, apart for a group of 50 school kids who slightly bizarrely disappeared shortly after our arrival, having practically wiped out the ice-cream sellers supply of the nectar of the gods.
Domfront is a medieval town with a history dating back to 1010, high on a hill overlooking the valleys on every side.