Six more sleeps...

until we're home again. And so Joss and I set off for a morning ramble down a little chemin that we've walked in every season now. We spend a lot of time fighting through brambles, a  lot of time calling the dogs to come out of the mud - they do love the mud! -

 and we gather branches of box and laurel and bay for Joss's family's Easter table.

And I realise I'll be gone before Easter comes.

But our landlords, Pierre and Christine come to take us out for lunch at les Genêts (blog-mate Michel's excellent review is here) which is delicious in every way:

 perfect food, good wine, and the most convivial company. A lovely afternoon and full of laughter.


I will miss Joss, though - and our walks through the chemin.