This morning we awoke to bright blue,cloudless skies and horror of horrors, frost. I fear that all the young plants will be finished off by this unexpected return of sub zero weather. The forecast even says there is a snowstorm coming down from the Pyrennees - this long cold winter is not going to leave without a fight.
We are off to the huge, deserted, sandy beach at Narbonne to let the boyz run until they drop. We'll spend the night in a little hotel on the seashore that we know . This is probably the last weekend of peace and quiet before the tourists and second home owners start to arrive in the run-up to Easter. The hotel has a labrador with the unusual ( for France ) name of Jeff. Pictures of beach, the boyz and Jeff will be posted tomorrow.