Colin ....

My father has a friend called Colin.

This sounds as if it is going to be a confession, but bear with me! My Dad stays with Colin at his lovely old farm stead in the South of France for most of the summer each year. I went to stay for a few days in the summer of 2011 whilst I was between jobs, and had a very pleasant time.

This photo is of the ... very kind? Christmas present that Colin gave me. I haven't yet thanked him for it as I'm not entirely sure what to say - or indeed how to say it. Any suggestions would be very welcome!