Tuesday 13th August

What else is there to say.  We are on holiday, and we are having a very pleasant time.  Duras market in the morning, lots of local produce, fruit and veg, all sorts of tinned and fresh frois-gras – a delicacy I do not like, stalls full of fresh herbs and spices, all manner of olives, and fresh fish too.  I sometimes wonder how the French supermarkets actually survive.  But then you go into a E Leclerc and you see the same wonderful abundance and variety.

Lunch at home – salad, boiled potatoes, cold meat and cheeses, yellow, black and red tomatoes and beetroot.  You cannot beat it.  A quiet afternoon sitting and talking, a walk to the square, a beer in the shade.  Then at six, out to Lougratte for a quick swim in the lake, and home in time for dinner.

Last night was the Creperie, which does far more than the traditional filled galettes.  Another drink in a different pub and home for a glass of Calvados and bed.

So, unfortunately nothing to write home about.