It started grey and duvet-like as we took Terry to Avignon. Not cold though.
Before depositing him at the TGV however we parked up on the far bank of the river so he could get the full panorama of the Pont and the Palais.
It’s clearly the place where cats and pigeons come to relax.
The former taking no notice of the latter. This chap scarce opened an eye as we peered at him.
A couple of cruising hotels were in and American voices detected but apart from that the riverbank was calm and peaceful.
We only had about twenty minutes then it was off to the station where we had to leave him. No one is allowed onto he platform without a ticket any more.
Aha! And then to IKEA. We haven’t been for a long time and we needed a comfy chair for visitors. Not that I consider Poäng that comfortable but most people do and well it matches our others.
It’s xmas decs time and the trolls were busying themselves arranging Father Christmases and baubles in time for the half term spending spree.
Finally we are back home. Phew! I am knackered but our hero was straight into assembly mode... bravely tackling the latest permutation of Poäng construction. It is never the same as last time.
The sun is coming out again.
