Old weir on the river Huisne in the little town of Remalard just up the road.
It was a lovely morning out.
But I've had a stinking headache since yesterday morning.
And now I've just received a letter from the "Architectes de France" threatening to take us to court because our front door isn't the right shade of blue.
Got some work done this morning, but I might curl up for a bit this afternoon, not feeling right proper.
Feel pretty weir-y in fact (sorry... couldn't resist!)