End of the summer

Following a beautiful year in France, a winter so cold our lives were reduced to huddling endlessly around a big smoky kitchen fire and longjohns were de rigueur. a summer of sultry heat, dusty stone farmhouses, soft pungent fromage and delicate vin rose. I wanted to post a few photos to remember our sweet French sojourn. The chateaus and villages around were simple and stunning in their grandeur and peaceful colours.
The weekly market was full to bursting with glorious seasonal fruit and vegetables. We feasted on bread and cheese, wine and prawns, melons and glutinous saucisson.