Fishing in New-England
By: Lea Jones
Some people are really good with words, I am not one of them. I am shy and only talk when it is really necessary. Writing an essay in school usually meant I stared at the wall forever, desperately looking for words while daydreaming.
I started blogging a few years ago as a way to keep in touch with my family living in different parts of the world, and after a week I had already run out of words, so I just shared photos. This is how I started telling the stories of our family and in particular the stories of my kids. Years later I would notice details in my photos that would bring so many memories back: the way the little one holds his teddy, the way big brother hugs little brother, the way my daughter puts her hair up in a messy bun…
Today I want to share about my daughter and her cousin from England. They are both French and English, they both speak both languages and love to use that to their advantage depending on which country they are in. They live in 2 different continents, but when they get together, they have one thing on their mind: find an adventure.
My niece came to visit us here in New-England for a week in April. On her first day, they head down to the lake in search of a new adventure; they were secretly hoping to meet a bear! Together they went fishing in a half frozen lake. After finding some old fishing poles in the barn behind our house, the only bait they had to use was bacon, because I don’t keep bait in my fridge, but I do love bacon.
They didn’t catch much, but they were too busy chatting, giggling and having fun to care. Of course the fishing hook got stuck and they had to get in the water to get it out. They enjoyed that part the most.
They decided to try a different place and made their way to the other side of the lake just in time before dark.
A week later, they went back to the same lake to try and catch some fish, and they hid their swimming suits in their bags, so when the fishing hook got stuck, and they had a good reason to go in. I cannot even imagine how cold the water was. It didn’t matter, it was an adventure. They will always remember how they went swimming in an ice cold lake, mid-April, in Massachusetts.
My name is Léa. I am French. My British husband, Myself and our 3 kids moved to Massachusetts 3 years ago. I love to travel and see new places. I have really enjoyed seeing the USA through my French eyes and going back to Europe every summer has been so wonderful. I love re-visiting places I have known for years and my camera has taught me to see beauty in the most simple and boring things. An old house in the North of New-Hampshire. Little boats on the Welsh coast. Or simply vegetables on the markets of the South of France. Find Lea on Facebook | Instagram | Website | Flickr