An alleyway in Saintes

Pam and I spent the morning splitting and stacking logs, while Jill made some fig chutney with the first figs from our tree, and Mr F worked on perfecting the door frame for the repaired hen house.
Then we all went into Saintes, looked in all the shops and bought nothing! Home to moules frites cooked by Mr F, and Pam ate her first raw oyster (rather reluctantly!)