Woke up very early, and watched the pink dawn through my window. Decided on an appropriately lazy Sunday. Went with the family to Moulin Huet Pottery again, where Toby and Romy bought a bean jar, and I bought a pale green mug and a thing for keeping garlic in.

Quickly walked down to the top of Moulin Huet before going for lunch at La Bella Luce. Feeling very tired today for some reason. Sloped off towards my hotel taking a few photos en route, and then slept for a couple of hours, finished a poem for the first time in months, and did some more meditation.

We collected Betty Tostevin, and old friend of the family tonight for roast beef in the Les Douvres.

Below... Pink dawn; a view of Moulin Huet; Mum and Toby and Romy; leaf shadows on the lane.