Cowering dog

She doesn't like the noise of the strimmer and so has spent most of the day watching from the safety of our arched terrace. Up and down we have gone like busy bees and the garden suddenly looks more like a garden at last. Still plenty to do behind the house but most in front has been finished.
A quick shower and change and then off to the village bar for dinner with a couple of English friends who have just arrived in their house at Monselgues on the plateau above us. Complicated family sagas to relate and cheap red wine to drink.