We decided to stay in Lacroix yesterday as it was such a pretty spot and the dog walking was excellent. There also seemed to be an opportunity to purchase eggs and fresh vegetables which couldn’t be passed up.

Another day of rain with intermittent sunshine and I set off with Muttley to see what was about

This pretty stream runs right through the centre of the village and you can walk all the way alongside it until it disappears under someone’s house. I have a lot of wood envy going on and I suspect there’s some kind of upcoming village pumpkin competition about to happen, given the quantity I spied growing in various allotments and gardens.

Having researched my speech regarding egg purchase, I grabbed G for moral support, and knocked on the door of the indicated house. A happy tirade of French came back at me of which the gist seemed to be, ‘we don’t have any left, they have no papa, they need to sleep, come back Sunday’. All this was conducted with the aid of egg boxes in my hand and I no longer had the stamina to tackle the multiple variable potential of trying to buy veg from the allotment – OK I’m a wimp but you have no idea how exhausting it is to conduct every transaction and interaction in a foreign language.

So, with the sun having a go, G and I thought we’d have a game of boules. Daisy thought she’d join in which attracted irresistible temptation from Herbie the Airedale and ended with Daisy up the apple tree (better than last time when she ended up in the river).

So Debs and I took on Kevin and G at boules and I am delighted to report that the ladies, of course, won.