Sadly, not this one

This house-hunting business is pretty tiring. Another day in Tarn searching for "the one"... Some serious contenders today.

The one bearing this odd little post box, however, is probably in the 'too hard' box, particularly since half the roof has fallen in. Shame, as it has a huge sweep of land leading down to the Aveyron river...

We really should have gone home tonight, but our elegant hostess's husband was coming back from his working week in Ireland, so we hung around, like a bad smell, for another night of excess. I'm not sure that living near those two is going to be good for my liver. And I'm sure they feel the same.