Who is Sno?*

Well, another evening of gastronomy and fine fines celebrating granddaughter Lucy's birthday resulted yet again in a somewhat less than a bushy tailed feeling this morning.
Nevertheless, we got the show on the road early enough to take the young Viscount and Viscountess to the station for them to catch the train south to Cheshire for a wedding, leaving his Lordship and me in sole occupancy of the castle for two nights.

This may sound relaxing, but forget it. We are now packing and repacking panniers to see just how much we can take on two wheels to the cycling extravaganza in Verdun, while continuing to cart unsellable items to the municipal dump and recyclable household items to the charity shop.

We rewarded ourselves by having a light lunch in the land of flowers and on the way home we were stopped at lights behind this van carrying scaffolding.

You have a measure of my tiredness and my blip desperation that I thought it worthy of getting the camera unsheathed when we started playing with the permutations of the letters on the registration plate.

Hopefully, normal service will be resumed tomorrow.

And who or what is Fut?