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Isn’t it just typical, you return from holiday and rave about how good it was, the sights you saw, the food you ate, the weather you enjoyed or endured, the photos you took….which stay on the camera or in a nice new folder on your desktop marked ‘Holiday 2011’ or when ever it was.

Sometime later quite by accident on many occasions, you will revisit the folder or in my case, try to take another photograph and low and behold there’s no room on the data card. Having said that, what a delight to view pictures you had forgotten you took months later and relive the experience you had when the pictures were taken.

Last evening I came across some pictures I’d taken on my ‘Lets take MrsP2B on a guided tour of Alsace’, an area of France I had fallen in love with when I first visited the Region some 15 years ago and have been back almost every year.

Anyway the long and short of it is, I came across some lovely memories captured and thought I’d share them with you.

There were some photographic gems in the pretty village of Ribeauville, and this cart with what I presume are casks that were used to transport grapes had an earthy  appeal to it. I have aged it slighty and I think the effect does it justice. One of the other highlights of this village is the fabulous Caveau de l’Ami Fritz whose plat de jour was enough to feed a family of five for a week and was one of the best meals we had all week.

Kaysersberg is another must see, with its brightly painted timber houses, truly a sight to behold. Alsace is full of such villages and I never get tired of seeing them. However the attraction of Kaysersberg for me is making the steep walk up to the castle and looking down on the rooftops. It was pelting down with rain when we went and this just added to the colour.

 

Of course being Alsace wherever you venture you will never be  far  from vineyards. There are acres upon acres, row upon row of vines that cover the fields in a patchwork like pattern, simply stunning. There are the villages to visit. Incredible houses built from the wine making wealth of the Region. Some of the most beautiful churches can be found that are almost cathedral like for their works of art and fine carvings. It never ceases to amaze me that these often small villages can boast such incredibly stunning buildings with awesome art.

These are just a fraction of the 100’s of photos I took on our holiday and I really must get down to going through them all and updating my web site  or better still start planning another trip.

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On 11th August it will be one year since Chloe-Marie a young lady who was 3 when I met her mum, passed away.

A young lady who I would be proud to call my eldest. She was funny, moody and had an amazing imagination. The stories she would make up or the games she would force her younger sister to play were hilarious.

The time she felt that all Barbies should have cropped blue hair was an event that will live long in the memory…..only because not hers, oh no her Barbies were perfect as they were, they had to be Bethanys and it was far too inconvenient to get Beths approval before sending them to the Chloe salon.

There was the holiday game, where, we were all to be called different names, Bethany was Boofan, Chloe was Rosie and I was Dickly Puffle, well it follows…..doesn’t it?

There was her longing, I mean absolute longing for Dairylea cheese spread. I can still hear her mutterings when in France in a swish restaurant ‘bet theres no cheese spread’

There was a gross game of make dad a sandwich, and the deal was, I would have to eat whatever was put in front of me. Tuna and jam, cheese, hash brown, tomato ketchup and peanut butter or the cakes she would press gang her sister into helping her make, that would have blue food colouring, or copious amounts of salt. I would eat it up without trying to look as if my days were ending, well I had too, there was two of them and only one of me.

Yes there were mood swings and we fell out from time to time, arguments that now seem pathetic, rediculous, a massive overreaction. Times when I was at my wits end and no doubt she was with me, but thats familys for you and it happens.

The fact is, she was just a normal girl and I loved her and she was my eldest and I miss her. The difference being a year later I think about what we had, what we had together and what we had as a family. The great fun we had.

I wasn’t a perfect dad, but I did what I thought was best, and I have no doubt, due to the fact I said it so often, that she knew I loved her. Of course as she got older it was met with ‘Your so embarrassing!’.

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