Today a little one stopped by our house to play, scuffing her shoes on the path and idly plucking at the flowers by the gate - she told us that the Cirque de Coccinelle had come to Tavistock!
I asked her why she wasn't with her friends?
to which she replied with a mischievous look
"Parce que je ne veux pas aider à mettre en place! "
and skipped off merrily into the garden.
I think I need to brush up on my school French!
Her name is Anouk - and she is the most colourful little girl imaginable! She hopped excitedly around the garden, playing tag with my two sons ( the game tag evidently universal with no language barrier at all!) a blur of patchwork, polkaspots and tattered cotton lace.
Her cheery giggle so infectious as she babbled away, enthralling us with tales which I'm sure I only partially understand!
All afternoon she delighted in demonstrating her fantastic balance,
who else could balance a horse on her feet!?
And then like a feather on the breeze she was gone, out the garden gate and on to another adventure. Au Revoir sweet Anouk - the colourful child of the Cirque de Coccinelle!