In a hurry

I paused by the side of the road on the way back from Olonzac, and snapped what was available. At least I don't blip vines that often these days.

In the evening, we were invited to P and M's for dinner with some of the same crew as yesterday, plus some extras. Much village gossip and hilarity -- you could make a long-running soap opera about some of the things that go on in our village. Our Parisian neighbour says her friends eagerly await the next instalment when she returns to Paris after the summer.