A Day of two halves

It’s a beautiful day, 25°c, with a perfect blue sky. The tree we had trimmed earlier in the year is flourishing. The young new branches it has shot out during the summer months delicately float in the breeze whilst the leaves flutter more urgently catching the wind. I love watching it. I’ve grabbed a sneaky half hour in between helping Brian sand the shutter. It’s a dusty old job and it seems to be probably the worst shutter out of all of them.

It’s a day of two halves though, as this afternoon we are enjoying a swim and a chilled beer. The valley is very quiet and peaceful. It’s the last week of the holidays in France, they will be returning next week, and preparing for harvest in a few weeks time. We are enjoying the calm.