While we were still at the lakeside hotel in the Savoie last week Olivia and I had an interesting conversation.

“Mummy,” she began. “Not that you’re very old, but when you die would you like to be buried or burned?”

“I think probably burned,” I said. “But can I have lunch first?”

She thought for a moment. “Yes, but where do we scatter your ashes?” She looked around her. “How about here?” she suggested. “I know, I will throw you in the lake. You’ll like that, you like swimming.”

Here is a picture of me with Bea on said lake. I hope I won’t be swimming with the fishes too soon.

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Tomorrow we head back to the Savoie for our last week of holiday. We have rented a little cottage, the same one as last year, called La Clementine which is two minutes from THE house and ten minutes from the lake. On Tuesday we see the house inside, but meanwhile here is the exterior and view of the tennis court. You can’t tell me that’s not beautiful, whatever the weather….

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Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009