More Wildflowers

 When we visited the friends with the fritillaria meadow they told us about a village with lots of wild daffodils. As we got up this morning to sub zero temperatures I suggested that we should go in search of the daffodils before they were over.

Although confident that we could find the village, we couldn't, and were forced to enlist the help of our useless GPS.Well perhaps it is the operators that are useless. As we drove along we commented that even if we did not find the daffodils we were enjoying exploring a different part of the Lot. Having arrived in the village eventually, which was actually a hamlet in the middle of nowhere, where were the fabled flowers? Arbitrarily we turned right and after about a kilometre John happened to notice some daffodils in a wood. We parked up and followed the track through the woods and the sheer number of wild daffodils and other Spring flowers was amazing.

As we climbed the hill we were waxing lyrical about the solitude with only the bird song for company. Before returning to the car these "old people" thought it prudent to answer the call of nature. Lost in my own world the next thing I knew was that my bum was being sniffed by a very bouncy happy dog and as I glanced up the path his owners appeared over the ridge. It was pretty obvious from their faces that they had taken in the situation but as they say in these parts "tant pis" and all parties carried on regardless. Nothing phases us at our age.  When you've got to go you've got to go!