Sheltering from the rain where the villagers leave their shopping bags and acknowledging that I have overcommitted myself.

Side-stepping above Sainte-André and seeking clarification as I walk.

A little walk before catching the boulangerie van.

A short misty walk as it gets dark to wnd a day filled with book discussions, pancakes and private work.

Walking, conversing, drawing – enjoying the pace of this village life.

A beautiful meal but spending rather too long sitting on the roadside.

Enjoying the combination of solitude and community this place engenders.

A very Sundayish Sunday, gentle chatting, apple crumble and a stroll to get water.

Taking a little walk to the natural spring and thinking how much better I am in myself than I was last time I was here.

A week on crutches. Standing on the rain and wondering whether the bread van will come.