Summer has arrived and with it the heat. To avoid the circotherm effect Wilf and yours truly headed off into the local market town bright and early. By quarter to seven , after a detour to the lamp posts in the light industrial park, the place was already beginning to heave with activity . A bowl of water for Wilf and a quick pre-breakfast cup of coffee for me amid the beer and absinthe drinkers in the cafe on the square . As we sat there , me in the sun, Wilf snug and secure under the table , there was just enough time to muse that with each passing year my outlook on life becomes more liberal while my stomach becomes ever more conservative. There was a time when beer for breakfast would have been a great pleasure - now the very thought of it leaves me cold.
Then off to the bakers for the baguettes and croissants. While there Wilf pondered the relative merits of the lemon meringue pie or the wild strawberry gateaux. He and I were in absolute agreement - both!
Walked back to the car via the tourist office. In the window a strange notice for what appears to be a concert by the French Navy bagpipe band. Can such a thing really exist ?
PS. Bougalou Bear - we'd be delighted.