Winter pasture

I heard the cow bells down by the river again and the second lot of M. Montagne's cows have come down from the high pasture in the autumn transhumance. This first lot are happily chewing the cud in a field not for away on the road up to the next village. I did the market shopping in the afternoon. In the afternoon, I only stayed half an hour at French conversation as I had arranged to play tennis. With the change to the clocks we need to start earlier.