When we moved to the Dordogne in the mid 1970s we happily took our two cats and one dog with us.
For an English tabby cat once used to living in grey old London, the balmy heat and ageing barns and buildings around our presbytère were an exciting new playground.
Imagine her joy of discovering this climbing frame right on her doorstep, a place where potential breakfasts just .... 'flew-in' every day. Wow!
"Seven Decades of Dorset: Where Ancient Coast Meets Living Art"
On and off for 75 years, I have walked the same Dorset shores, watched the same ancient light dance across Jurassic cliffs, felt the same wild weather that has shaped this coast for millennia. My abstract expressionistic paintings..
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