We have been sitting in shorts on the upstairs balcony which is off the kitchen overlooking a view over to Vaour and beyond, often with Pyrenees in view. The sun has just set at 7.25 pm and Penny the lone aged hen has just gone past below putting herself to bed with her usual contented clucking.
The glass of red bordeaux in my hand has lost its luminosity with the downing of the sun, but as the wine has nearly been downed, "n' importe"
I have spent the last hour relaxing with TAG, and Malc of course and brother in law Tudor who has not long been gone will be able to picture the scene exactly, having done the same thing for the last few weeks.
Retirement in South West France, it is for us fortunate few who dared to dream.
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