|dating back to the thirteenth century, the huge tower attributed possibly to the Knights Templar|
"What are you writing about today?"
"Babbling brooks and buttercups?"
"For heaven’s sake woman ..."
It was an effort this morning to squeeze into the lycra and it would have been so easy to give the cycling a miss but once we got going it was great. We cycled down Donkey Valley (down is always better than up) and it was a real pleasure pedalling alongside the babbling brook and seeing all the buttercups and cowslips. We both glanced across the coypu field not really expecting to see anything but screeched to a stop when we saw Daddy Coypu bouncing across the meadow towards the river. I know they are considered a pest but it was good to see last year’s family still in residence.
We climbed the hill into the bastide town of Villefranche and stopped for a rest opposite the Mairie. The town was busy today with people casting their vote for the French elections. It’s anyone’s guess who will replace Monsieur Hollande.
Back home and a lazy Sunday pottering around the garden, eating, drinking and reading. The good life.