Copper clad

After a lot of toing and froing in pouring rain in the station car park and beyond, trying to find the office of the company from whom I’d organised an internet car rental, I had a phone call from Sebastian, the company’s mobile office. He was sheltering at the station entrance wondering why I hadn’t just got off a train.

Hmph.

Drove to the nearest town for breakfast and found a massive steel works as well as quite a bit of abandoned industry. Not what I'd expected for our free time in Burgundy but I was quite happy.

Then the birthday party of a French friend I've known for over half our lives: a meal in a barn that started at 10.30pm and ended at 2.20am, lots of singing, entertaining speeches, and catching up with people I met at his party a decade ago, and a decade before that.