Saturday 30th March
I apologise to all my readers en Angleterre but we flew into Bergerac in bright sunshine and a gorgeous but not spectacular 18 degrees C. Which is of course a lot warmer than it has been for weeks back home. Oh, the luxury of walking out in a shirt with your sleeves rolled up and tilting your face to the sun.
And it is lovely here. Spring has truly sprung, everything is warm and mellow and inviting. So glad we got away from all that icy wind and perpetual cold.
We had a lovely walk around town, coffee in Kismet, then we bought the ingredients for a lovely salad lunch, boiled potatoes, parma ham, rillettes, a few cheeses, avocado and gorgeous French bread.
A little sleep after lunch and now we are going out this afternoon for a drive and a walk with the dogs around the lake at Lougratte.
So a lovely Good Friday. Only slight regret – no hot cross buns. You can’t have everthing.