That's my fig(ue)

Another greyish day, but brighter. We were looking in the area west of Castres today, with a morning in a slightly odd town with loudspeakers on every street blasting out dreadful French pop music. It was a combination of holiday camp and 'Prisoner'. Very strange. We did, however, find a fantastic house close by - so I can't be too mean as this may become our home town. In the garden of the fantastic house is this fig tree. I think I can see now why a fig leaf might be used to cover a certain area of nudity.

Afternoon in Castres, with an unexpected meeting with our friend who lives there. As we pulled into a parking lot, there she was sprinting towards us with a wheelchair. Seemed odd, but was actually because her daughter had broken/strained her leg and needed some help to get from hospital to lunch. We called in later after our viewing for a cup of coffee and some lovely cake, and for our kids to have a chance to play with other kids. There was much over-excitement and, as we were leaving, many tears. Time they were in school with lots of new friends, I think.

Late home, but nice to be back and not in a hotel again. Tidying tomorrow for some viewings on our house next week, then off on Monday for more viewings - the last for a couple of weeks at least.