Hello up there

I’ve shared a photo of Master up on the mezzanine level of our French holiday rental before. But this one gives more of a view of the whole living space. It was some place. One I’d go back to if I didn’t actually own somewhere so close by. Still, to be able to call up: “Hello up there” and beckon him down. Or he call me and beckon me up, would be wonderful. Memories of times like those are savoured and also missed!