Alies ‘vez brav e Breizh.

Or in English, ‘It’s all fine in Brittany’. And in French? ‘Tout va bien en Bretagne’. Or at least I think! I got to my parents’ place a week ago, and I still don’t think I’ve quite adjusted yet.

First of all, I’ve gone from a quiet household with shops nearby, and a frequent bus service into the city centre (I say frequent, but it seemed to come when it wanted most of the time), to noise and activity 24/7, most of the shops being at least a twenty-minute drive away, and I’m in the middle of nowhere.

When I was at my grandparents’, I could sit and watch Netflix, or scroll through Facebook without a worry in the world, but here there’s always something to do. My parents have bought a piece of land containing a small two-bed cottage with one (1) room on the ground floor for the kitchen, living room and dining room. To say they’ve downsized is a massive understatement. Also on this land is a pretty derelict house that was used by the previous owners to house their animals, and a rickety lean-to which we call the barn. So there’s a lot of work to be done, and it’s not the easiest work to be doing. Rocks need to be carted off to a heap, the floor in the larger house needs sandblasting, the children need babysitting, the lawn needs to be kept on top of, and we all need to make sure the dog’s alright as he isn’t very well. I can really understand why my parents are stressed.

Weather-wise, there can only be one word: hot. Hot, hot, hot, that’s all it’s been for the past few days. On the day I arrived, it was a bit cooler, and we had a shower or two. The same was true of the day after that. But then on, the sun seems to want to burn us alive. As I write this, I can see the heat waves rising from the wheat fields outside the window. When I step outside, it’s like that feeling you get when you step off a plane on holiday, the warmth of the air hitting you after you’ve acclimatised to the cool air inside.

I suppose the upside of the weather being so warm throughout the day is that it’s not too bad on an evening. You can sit outside on the patio reading a book, or relax underneath a canopy of trees with a glass of nice cold water (or something stronger!). If you’re as restless as I am, you can even go for a stroll down the road and take in the natural beauty of the countryside around, and admire the beautiful houses and gardens of the neighbours. The sunsets are gorgeous around here, as there’s no light pollution from the city or massive buildings to block the view.

An update about my university life: I received an email the other day from UCA. My accommodation has been sorted out, and I also now have my acceptance letter. Now I can relax and not worry about anything. Or at least try when I can!

Au revoir tout le monde, and thank you for visiting my blog! Goodbye, or as they say in Breton, Kenavo !