The big crash out

Slept for hours this morning. Eventually, we mooched off to St Martins to buy some food, and to say hello to La Gran'mère. Perhaps because it was a Sunday, there was no white van parked in front of it.

Spent much of the day, snoozing, listening to classical music, and reading The Bhagavad Gita. I am loving the Gita and wish I had read it properly years ago, when I skimmed it. The Gita is not a book to be skimmed. In the evening Lorraine and I took a walk down to the wooded Petit Bôt valley. The sky pink and soft, a really nice walk. Tried to see Perseids tonight, but to no avail. Very quiet at night where we are, which is fantastic.

Below pines above Petit Bôt, and La Gran'mère from a slightly different angle.

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