The storm last night is threatening grey and dark this morning

the market was devastated, blown apart even a hefty awning

By the lake the waves were lapping like the sea

the wind was unkind, whistling through both Milou and me

It's beautiful, bright and warm on our backs

the sun is lighting up the mountains and also our tracks

Marc is braving his hip and doing our walk

time for all three of us to meander and talk

There was a storm last night and it is still raining today

by mid afternoon the blue sky was chasing the clouds away

Milou was disobedient on her walk

so much so, that i put her on short lead and we had a talk

we walked in the wet to the tennis court

where we found friends, working of lunch playing some sport

It is Christmas day, we are taking our walk

the ducks on the lake are all of a fluster, chat and talk

i love this life in France, with my family of five

they are great individuals, full of happiness

which makes me fulfilled and very much alive

The France meteo was right again

grey not cold and drizzling rain

Milou and i brave the weather

she does not care whatsoever

the main thing is that she is running free

i can also relate to that, as in her there is me

Milou is patient in the car, while we do the rest of the 

shop for tomorrow and Christmas day

then it is her turn, off to the lake to run and play

there is a large cloud suspended above the highest peak

the forecast is said to change for this, our Christmas week

Bagnere's market, a beautiful restaurant and a col to climb

the view from the top is amazing, the entire trip, a really good time

on top of the col a shepherd took his flock of sheep 

quite a spectacle, to more mountain steep

he is whistling to his dogs who seem a long way below

 simple instructions tell them what they need to know