Move over, it’s my turn!

...said Stanley the Starling to Cyril the Squirrel.

Strange day weatherwise: one minute hazy sunshine, next minute dark skies and heavy downpours, one minute warm and humid, next minute on the cool side. Managed to get out in the garden though, and do some dead-heading and pruning, before continuing with the French road trip homework.
 
Spooky coincidence story update: it now turns out that set of friends No3 are going to be staying at the very same campsite where set of friends No2 are staying! They haven’t seen each other for ** years since my 40th birthday (a young lady should never divulge her age!). I wonder if they’ll recognise each other…