Friday, 3 August 2012

Breton Cheval

Driving home with a car packed full of groceries, I noticed a sign to Breton Cheval.  Now I love horses, as does my six year old, so it took us only moments to persuade my husband to follow the signs.  We found a field with a huge gathering of farmers and their horses, these wonderful animals are still used for ploughing and other farm work here in Brittany and we had obviously come across a get together where the horses would be judged.

Being British, we had arrived at lunchtime, so there was not  much activity, just a few people grooming their horses, while most ate picnics.

We will try and visit for the judging during the afternoon next year.  But of course, I wanted to share some photographs of this delightful sight with you.

Foals happily munching on the newly cut hay

So sweet

And a quick whinney, hello!

The foals did not want to be parted from their mothers

The manes and tails of the adult horses were being plaited

This foal seems to want to get out of the trailer

More horses arriving, and the farmers use their tractors to
pull the trailers

This foal was not tethered

Not a problem as their was no intention to leave

So beautiful and placid, for such large, strong creatures

Most are a deep chestnut colour, this white horse was unusual

I just loved this foal

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

A morning walk with the dog

Since arriving  in Brittany we have been blessed with beautiful weather.  One of my favourite times of the day is my morning walk with the dog.  The sun is shining,  the beach and sand dunes are empty.  The air is fresh and everything is spectacular.

We walk pass the play park, such a bonus with a six
year old in tow

Through the pine trees
where my daughter and I often collect pinecones

Up onto the sand dunes

Past the sailing club, which has lessons for
children, and she is joining with two friends next year

The tide is in, so the island is cut off

One of my favourite views in the world

And the sun is shining so brightly on the sea
as I turn around

On our way home we pass pretty Breton holiday cottages
accented with blue shutters

Blue post boxes

And blue gates

And home to my lovely lavender and hydrangea filled garden