
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.
Leaving myself sticky notes to make sure the boulanger does not elude me this time.

A little drama and I forgot the eggman. But preparing for a clean start with fresh sheets.

A slow day, much of it spent with the Minotaur.

Feeling whacked after a day in Carcassonne and homing in again with a mizzly walk to the source.