French toaster.The breakfast nook.These buildings were built in a time when people were shorter. Or…Ken is really tall.Clematis…flower of the day.We were the first Canadian pilgrims on bicycles for this gite, which is a popular one on the VF.Collette (runs the gite) and Lulu the wriggly puppy.Quick stop for Ken’s morning espresso and beer. Me, I had chocolate chaud. Random guy offered to take the photo.A somewhat daunting urinal for Ken…the kind of thing that makes a guy pee-shy. I thought it was hilarious, the look on her face is priceless! And in case you are wondering why Terry was in there, it was a co-ed bathroom.This was a hard push…picture does not do the steepness justice. French road kill?Ken and his fave little face cloth…he keeps it wet and it is cooling on his big kapusta. Shades of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. An old mill with the remains of the water wheel.Icy cold and refreshing.I am sure the French family on the other side were hoping Ken wasn’t going to go skinny dipping!Um…is this Saskatchewan?Seriously, Googlemaplady, didn’t we have this conversation yesterday? Roads, we like actual roads.The ‘Snax meet some French cows.The ‘Snax just chilling on a hay bale.Too bad you can’t hear Ken in the background saying “she’d take you home if she could”. He wants you to know that this is why he says “silly old lady” at least 50 times a day.Always a good feeling to arrive at your destination, this time another farm. Dairy cows.And then to find they had installed a swimming pool and had only opened it the day before! Bliss!The trees in their yard were loaded with pears. Hello, Cheery!The gateway out of the property.Friends everywhere I go! They are much quieter than Ken.One military grave in this small churchyard in a community of only 116 people; his body had been found nearby.The community looks after him, and visit and bring flowers on both May 8 (VE day…end of WW2 in Europe) and November 11th. Touching.Serendipity. The only reason I booked this place was because the chateau I wanted was booked and they referred me here. But we are so thankful. Unbelievably, after the battle at Vimy Ridge in April 1917, many of the Canadian soldiers were billeted in this very farm yard. Because the walls were made of soft chalk, the soldiers passed their time carving their names and battalions into the walls. Really quite moving to see and how lucky were we to have stayed here a hundred years later.
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