A really delicious breakfast with fruit, yogurt, cereal, toast and excellent fruit compotes, Bon Maman, to put on the toast. Good coffee, and some brief pottering before going out for an exploration of a bit of the area roundabout. We stopped nearby to see the river, the Dordogne, wide and deep, banks lined with green trees and bushes. We could hear kingfishers calling, and saw one crossing the river from bank to bank, a brilliant electric blue, Gail's first sighting, so extra special. Flea Market next, sort of car boot sale, Gail spotted an enamel measuring container with a spout which will look very good cleaned up with something planted in it, she has a sharp eye for a bargain amongst the mass of general household detritus. On to Saint-Emilion, a World Heritage Site, centre of an area famous for its wines (the Romans planted the first vines here in the second century) and a town full of history and interest. Many delightful buildings to see, characterful and colourful, and again, enhanced with bright flowers in tubs and containers. Luigi masterminded a picnic, with pâté, cheese, sweet tomatoes and sparkling wine, eaten alfresco, followed by ices in the square, mine a scoop of pineapple and one of mango ice, with sliced oranges and toasted almonds, Chris had a concoction involving vodka and lemon sorbet, excellent. A day of fine treats. Then a swim in the pool. I would like to become accustomed to such a life.
Booboo is Gail's dog, a french poodle.
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