For New Year, we more or less repeated the same winning formula at Understanding Frenchman's parents' house in Brittany. There wasn't any snow, but there was plenty of impressive flooding, as you can see from this picture of our walk by the Nantes-Brest canal, where the river has flooded almost far enough to meet with the canal
|The water at the front is the canal; behind is the river and the flooded fields.|
|Sunset beyond the flooded fields.|
After an hour or so out in the raging wind, rain and salt spray, we felt that our 5 course Hogmanay dinner was well deserved. Understanding Frenchman's mum had prepared smoked salmon, foie gras, duck breast with potatoes, cheese and salad and mini Christmas logs made out of chocolate mousse, washed down with champagne, Montbazillac and a delicious Bourgogne, and we finished off with a wee nip of whisky as we rang in the new year. It was just the four of us, and I have to say that, having spent Hogmanay over the past few years at the Edinburgh street party, watching fireworks (and having them chucked at us) in the centre of Milan and dancing til dawn then waiting half an hour on freezing cold station platforms for the train home, it was, along with last year's event with my family in Scotland, one of the best ever. (If this is what getting older means, bring it on.)
I hope that all my readers and fellow bloggers also had a good one, and wish you all the best for 2014. Following all the positive responses to my last post, I've resolved to blog more often and worry less about having something breathtakingly original to say. Together we can keep the world of little, personal blogs alive!