By AJ47

Grandson's greetings

I was woken by the tinkling of "Happy Birthday" this morning. In case any reader might be envious of our being in Provence, visiting our oldest daughter and her four children, let me tell you the wind is fearsome cold and the season of "la chasse" keeps us away from the hills that are the haunts of old men with guns.

Perhaps the tinkling will also reawaken my commitment to posting daily blips. I shall back-fill most of the gaps for the last ten days shortly.

Rumours of my my camera's mal-function or loss and of my demise have been somewhat exaggerated.

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