Sat about on Friday morning with nothing much to do, we decided to walk the dogs down to see if the Avalon crew wanted to come out to play lunch. Of course they did. Saturday was market day – part indoors and part outdoors but, yet again, it was disappointing, although the smell of spit roasting chickens when I hadn’t had breakfast nearly killed me. After a coffee we popped round to Avalon and met Kevin’s brother Malcolm and his girlfriend Dawn who were visiting from the UK. He very kindly brought with him our repaired I Pad, a brilliant book (called, ‘French for Cruisers’) and a gas bill from our postal address. Now the latter might sound a bit odd but British Gas have chased us for a small bill outstanding by one of our tenants. This bill is not our responsibility but is, in fact, worth it’s weight in gold as it is the first utility bill we have had with our name on since we moved onto the boat. It’s the proof of identity that everyone wants. We can now upgrade our bank account to the full all singing all dancing job.

I forgot my camera on Saturday, but the building that houses the market is impressive. I took the picture Sunday after skipping church.

The weather was really nice (for a change), so I headed off with Muttley for a steep climb and a long walk to somewhere I’d seen signed as, ‘Promenade du Capucin’, leaving G happily ensconced with all things Grand Prix. It was one of my best ever walks – certainly the best in Europe.

Difficult to choose from so many photos, but here’s a taster

Does anyone know what these fruits/berries are – just about 3/4” long and 1/2” wide. Soft squidgy flesh inside. More importantly are they edible ‘cause we could do with a change from Mirabelle pies.