Pond life

After excesses a walk was called for. A local pond was the circuit, and we tarried along the stream to watch the trout.

Then we headed for a spot of lunch at Club 620, David and Margaret's local. The proprietor joked with David, saying they always know when it's summer, as David's legs sport his trusty shorts. Kir at lunch and a glass of vin rouge and I was ready for a snooze. Sun bathing on the veranda and setting the world to rights with Margaret was wonderful. Ally snoozed as David recorded all the birds visiting the feeders outside. Luckily no wild boar passed us as we chatted today.

Our last day with big cuz, and it was a wonderful .

Back on the road tomorrow.