A Very French Lunch.

We were invited to lunch last Sunday by a very nice French family that Robin Dominic works for. They own a very old Mill that was a complete ruin thirty years ago, when first I washed up here.

It was bought originally by another French family that Robin Dominic also previously worked for. And he rebuilt it almost from scratch. What a lovely place it is now, but it’s a bit on the big side, hence the need for a gardener.

Three large fields, a couple of horses and a lot of trees. Not to mention the garden close to the house. And of course, the necessary mill stream. Mills don’t come without streams. This stream has now got Trout and the occasional Salmon after Morbihan cleaned up The Blavet some twenty years ago and cleared The Salmon Leaps.

Oysters for starters for Lunch. God, how I love Oysters. I chew them so at least I know what they taste like. I never have done this pleb thing of swallowing them whole. And since they are almost certainly alive on the plate, they are definitely dead when I swallow them. Oysters taste of The Sea of course.

The rest of Lunch was equally as good. Although the cup of tea was hilarious. The French simply don’t understand tea.

The climb up the stairs to see upstairs was a bit fraught. I don’t do well with stairs these days. But it was worth it. They have this beautiful Dresser. The best I have ever seen. And I have seen a few really good ones in my time here. I won’t forget that one in hurry.

Such a pity that I couldn’t take O’Connor with us. He would have had a ball. I could actually see him racing around like the maniac he is. Mole Hills and all. But he still doesn’t know how to behave in polite company, if he ever will. Probably hopefully not. He has such joie de vivre.

Oh. And the kissing hasn’t stopped. I worried about that for a while because it is inherent in who these people are. But then I haven’t been out for lunch for a long time either.

2 Responses to “A Very French Lunch.”

  1. Elizabeth Says:

    How fun!

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    It was lovely, Liz, in the true order of things.

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