Yesterday we were invited to lunch with Yvette. It was to be a belated birthday celebration for her and a slightly premature one for CC (who will no longer be 35 tomorrow).
Last year it was warm enough to eat outside but this time Yvette had lit a fire and we admired the garden from behind the window. If you look carefully you will see a red squirrel (actually he is almost black) playing by the tree. Apparently they frequently come to visit and Yvette puts out nuts for them. We did see another one who came closer but the camera was not handy and he disappeared before we could take his photo.
We ate and drank exceedingly well – two bottles of champagne, an excellent gewurztraminer and an interesting bottle of red (with a photograph of Yvette and her husband taken 18 years ago) and only just had room to put away large helpings of the birthday cake which she had ordered from the local baker. It was served with coffee and followed by a choice of cognac, calvados or vodka.
Once home again we needed to rest our hangovers before settling down to an evening of television – the first since Bear went on holiday.
It is a relief that, finally, the main road into the village has been properly re-surfaced. They are still working on the major facelift but we can now came and go by car without risking the suspension.