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  • My husband did not grow up with the tradition of yearly family holidays in Mexico. His father was an artist and architect who enjoyed life to the full. He did not take his family on holiday but insisted that Jacques and his brother when they were only eight and nine, join the ‘Charros’ riding club and take part in long cross country treks and learn rodeo skills.

    When our daughters were old enough; I tried to introduce the concept of holidays to Jacques.

    Jacques preferred my cooking to hotel caterers and hated sleeping in hotels.

    Eventually we came to a compromise. We would sleep at home but go out on long day trips.

    This photo show us with our two daughters aged ten and eight on a barge floating down the Kennet and Avon Canal.

    It was so wonderful to drift past beautiful banks of wild flowers and long grass; such tranquillity.
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