Shortly before Christmas, it started raining and gusting wind in our corner of the world and it hasn’t stopped. Il pleut des chordes. Houses and streets are flooded. The ramparts of the local castle in Pontivy collapsed. What once were small creeks meandering innocently through the woods are now giant, swirling marshes, indiscriminately engulfing everything in their path. Just when you think the weather must surely let up, it gets worse. Unbelievably, we’re only getting a fraction of what the poor UK is enduring at the moment.

Despite the bad weather, life trudges on. In happy news, we’ve adopted a third dog. Meet Tikaani. She’s one year old, sweet and adorable and absolutely gorgeous. We now have une vraie meute (pack)!

Today, there was a break in the terrible weather and the sun (the sun!) was shining for a whole afternoon. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Ça fait du bien. We took advantage by taking our meute out for a nice long walk.

Alas, the bad weather returns in a few hours and is supposed to be worse than ever…wish us luck!

Shilah, enjoying today’s sunshine in the garden, trying to decide between his bone and his ball. La vie est dure.