Home Sweet Home

We spent the morning cleaning out the gite.  We wanted to do a good job to make sure that Judith didn't have much to do before her first guests of the year arrive on Saturday.  The gite next door is unfinished and the plan was to get all the noisy work done before the guests arrive in 'our' gite.  Unfortunately Kevin has had to fly back to the UK because his Mum is ill and so they are down to 2 men in the second gite, so it's all hands to the pump until Kevin returns.

By lunchtime we had gone back to the caravan and had a snack before our appointment with a landscape gardener. Despite all our best intentions, I have noticed that most of the cars arriving this week have UK numberplates!

We looked over the massive woodpile that will one day be our orchard and talked a few things through.

After shopping for supper, we returned to spend our first night this year in the caravan.  Despite not being nearly as luxurious as the gite, there was something lovely about being back in our own [somewhat confined] space.

Light and warm until 8.30pm, so drinks and supper in the garden

We celebrated with a bottle of champagne, supper in the garden and a good old fashioned argument.

Good to have things back to normal!!!

We spotted a hoopoe on a nearby tree whilst we were eating but couldn't manage to get a photo - good to see another visitor from Africa!

While pottering around in the caravan I was listening to Radio 4 podcasts.  The Moral Maze or Any Questions or some such.  British enough to make me feel at home but I wasn't really listening; it was just background noise.  Chris spent the evening swatting midges with his favourite electric tennis raquet which  kills them on contact and gives him a little exercise. 

Everyone was happy.