We have been out to Lonlay l'Abbaye over these past months for several visits, all of them a pleasure. To catch up, rather than narrate the quotidian details, I'll let the photos and their captions bring us up to speed.
I finally found a window seat cushion in the right size (and in deep blue, of course), so this is now a pleasant spot to read or have a cup of tea, looking out from our living room.
"CURED ° 12° OCTOB ° 1744." What do you think? Another mystery.*
*Upon closer inspection a few days later, when hard rain had washed away some of the lichen, I think the top line begins with "CY GÎT" - meaning "HERE LIES..." - so this could be a grave marker. On the second line, the first word is perhaps not "CURED" but "CURÉ," separated from the "D" by a dot ° in the stone. The final resting place of a priest then. But I still have to discover his name on the top line.
The Lonlay Kennels are reachable by footpath from our village location, as they are just up in the hills. We thought we were on the right track with Google maps, but wound up lost and back near a main road, having followed a path that Google did not know about, I guess. Fortunately, Rick took pity on us and picked us all up in his car. We had tea in their fantastic stone house that is at least several hundred years old. A super place with super people who love their animals - and everyone else's.
This was something I was happy to do, but you would not believe the number of times I flubbed my simple lines as Joseph tried to video me. I was also so exasperated every time a car drove by and interrupted our "film shoot." I would have been hopeless as an actress!