0500Hrs is a time we both hate, but that is what we had to do so as to catch the taxi at 0540 to
The flight was brilliant, one and a half hours of sheer boredom only interrupted with a cold breakfast roll and a cup of tea followed by a couple of bounces as we arrived at Toulouse Airport.
The car was where we left it and we drove on the empty roads, it was July 14th Bastille Day, and nobody is about. We took the quiet country roads up through the Aveyron Gorge and it was a lovely drive. We stopped for coffee in a small village and then started looking for a restaurant to eat but either they were closed or the town was en-fete and so many people and so we settled for a loaf of bread and got home to the site and sat in the sun for lunch.
We had been invited to a neighbour’s private party but decided that with the early morning that an early night was called for and so we watched Michael Palin in