Preparing the midnight oil (maybe) after a slow day.

Straying too far and having rather a dark walk home.

A spring energy is infusing Labastide Esparbaïrenque

A strange encounter at a deserted house – my very own Famous Five adventure.

Three bottles hoping to see the sun rise where it set!

Armed with gloves and scissors I go in search of the perfect stinging nettles.
Three different directions and then a sunset from the almond tree.

A morning and an evening walk bracketing a mizzly day spent writing near a wood fire.
An afternoon walk at the end of a gentle, slow Sunday and wondering about the shelters built into the rocks.
Looking for Saint Julien but finding Communist bees.