Waiting at the station

After bell ringing and the church service, I went to the parish lunch where there was far too much delicious food. I tried to restrain myself but still had to sample a little of all the puddings. I will have to walk it off this week. In the afternoon I went to meet my French/American/British nephew at the station. He was born in the UK to a French mother, brought up in France but has worked in America for many years. When I asked him he said he thinks of himself as American. He is only with us for a couple of days as he wanted to do some training walks in the Pyrenees before returning home for a challenging hike in the Sierras.