I'm the sort of person who sometimes leaves the fairy light/eucalyptus Christmas decorations on the mantle piece until the end of January, just because I like the way they look at night. A kindred spirit seems to live in this house in the village. I was glad to catch their whimsical decorations while they are still up -- a cheery sight on an overcast day.
I was walking over to the little bakery I call the "Fanny Bakery", since Fanny, a 14 year-old girl, is usually minding the store. I was hoping to get a pavlova (the holy grail of meringues) for tonight's dessert.
The lights were on but the bakery was closed. Oh, well, just had to make baked apples for dessert instead. Made a couple extra to share with D and M over tea tomorrow afternoon.
Glad to get out for a quick turn around the village anyway. A cold wind blew in and burnished the light making the details on buildings I hadn't noticed before stand out,
highlighting the distant hills seen from Rue St Martin,