It was a quiet day today! I cycled to the next village named Loyat and enjoyed lunch at the local cafe there. I am leaving tomorrow for some two weeks or more to spend time with my Dad & Margret. I can't wait to see them and share times together!
The lunch was simple good french home cooking! In times gone by, the french had an old tradition where they decreed that all the peasants and poor people should have at least one good meal a day! It should be cheap and wholesome! Hence the name "Plat de Jour" - plate of the day! They have retained that very tradition and Plat de Jours are available all around the country! They consist of buffet entree's, a main course of no choice, a cheese platter, dessert and coffee. The table is set with bottles of red wine, water and cider, not forgetting the basket of crusty bread. All that is included for around 9-11 Euros! Incredibly cheap and fabulous! I sat there studying my french book and eating in peace and then cycled home through the forests and fields along the main road connecting our villages.
I missed my mum so much today! I thought of how she would have loved it here. I miss her little face and her funny smile. I just miss her. I cried whilst cycling along and the wind kissed my tears away. I know she is at peace now but there is a little empty space now that she filled for so long.
When I got back I read the beautiful cards my Becky and Jenny "Pumpkin" gave me when I left. They were full of support and love. They sit on the buffet near the front door and I look at them every day. Becky's card has a beautiful poem on the front written by a Charles Daniels. His words are touching..........
"A brief candle, both ends burning
An endless mile, a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird, you're free at last."
It was a day of reflection and beauty!
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