'Imagination will take you everywhere'
September is here. The autumnal chill has returned, children have faced those back to school nerves, Strictly will grace our screens once again and my mum is already searching for blackberries in the hedgerows. As the light slowly fades from our long evenings, I will cherish the memories from those heady summer days which seem so long ago (although we only got back from holiday last week).
The Williams family embarked on their annual migration to France in late August to savour the food, weather and landscape of our European neighbour. We spent a week camping; beginning in northern France taking in the spectacular war memorials in the Somme valley, then making our way down through the picturesque Loire, venturing to Limoges and then canoeing down the Gorges du Tarn. For the second week we stayed in a villa in the Midi-Pyrenees region, which is the French equivalent to Tuscany – cue undulating hills, rows upon rows of vineyards, fruit trees and crayon yellow sunflowers gazing adoringly up at the sun. I spent most of my time lazing in a hammock reading a rubbish novel which involved a holiday romance and a ghost (I only realised it was rubbish until I had finished it and then it was time to go back home). We explored the area around the villa and stumbled upon several quaint bastide towns perched atop small hills with astonishing vistas and lovely antiques markets.
These photographs will always remind me of the happy times we’ve spent in France; I can almost taste the baguette in my mouth, feel the sun on my skin and hear… nothing – what a blissful holiday.