Cidre with Rosé

Who travels on Friday 13th?

Things had gone so smoothly: no traffic on the bypass, get parked on plenty of time, leisurely breakfast.  But with various delays we arrived in France about two-and-a-half hours late.

Managed to catch the supermarket though, and make our way to the back of beyond. The holiday house is great and we fall upon the heap of provisions we bought. Including the world’s stinkiest Camembert - for which I am roundly blamed.

And after a few drinks, we could feel the relaxation settling in.