I have no pictures worth showing. It is sunny but very windy and today we plodded round Vaison Brocante just for a look. There were some nice things on offer and also some interesting pieces but money is tight and we have no need of anything really.
We had hopes of an ice cream in Séguret on the way home but the tea shoppee was firmly closed despite the tourists.
But the terrace room is cosy and bright so we read and supped and watched our poor marguerites flap about outside. At 4 it was really quite warm so we marched round the vines tutting at the building plots and marvelling at the amount of growth the vines have put on in two weeks. They grow an inch a day at this time of the year. Some already have flower clusters.
Then The Archers. Well, harrumph what a let down. We were hoping and expecting the odious Pip to get the mother of all hairdryer blasts from David and Ruth ON AIR. We wanted rage and calumny, vitriol at mega volume. Even physical pummelling. But no...just a frosty lunch and vague references to how horrid they'd been to the little liar. Sigh.