Rambling on

We all went for our 'regular' Sunday walk over the hill and down to the next valley and village. The ostensible reason for the ramble was to pick plums from the garden of some friends but, although the trees are laden with fruit and they look a lovely colour, they just aren't ripening yet. (Hence the look of disappointment on the faces)

We returned home late (1am) on Saturday night and were given a lovely flying display by the Owls. It was a brilliant clear night sky with moonlight, and it was easy to see and follow the flight of the owls. We had a long, leisurely meal on our terrasse last night and an owl started the night's flying just after 10pm. It's amazing how the owls take no notice of human activity right below them!

We took Pat and Mel down to our Sunday market and I couldn't get over how many people were there. But then I realised that there was a Bric-a-Brac market on at the same time! The place was heaving. However, all of our usual stall-holders were there, and, as we are now classed as regulars, the lady who bakes Pastis (a gateaux typical of the region), gave us a present of some sort of sugared fritters. We saw the mayor buying some wine from one of the stallholders so we had to have a tasting . I thought that if it was OK for the mayor, it must be alright. Don't know if it was that good, but Mel did buy 3 bottles. At least he has a story to tell about the wine when he serves it up. Aren't we becoming locals!