Today's excitement included Rob's little car breaking down at the end of the road, ironically on the way to a service. It doesn't like the cold. Rob caught a lift into town. So at lunch I packed up the girls (including the furry ones) and headed into the city to pick him up to see if we could come back and get it started. Elisabeth was not pleased. She screamed the whole 30 minute trip. Both girls slept all the way back though, so we stopped for an indulgent pack of hot chips each before tackling the car. It wouldn't start, so we headed back down the road to buy jumper leads. Back again. After fiddling under the bonnet we got the little pug going and home. It's now booked into a French car specialist who hopefully can fix it's aversion to cold. The girls only woke as we pulled back up at the hut, thank goodness.
Our fortnightly menu, Rob's taking the paleo diet semi seriously, given the amount of meat shown here. I'll have to be back with a late 52 portraits series post.