Ce ciel etait magnifique

Another beautiful day in Porty. Breezy though, but that's how I like it.

Spent much of the afternoon conversing in French which was good. It's amazing what you can remember from French lessons which sadly took place what turns out to be decades ago.

After that I popped to tennis match-practice. Not that there was any practising; I sat chatting for an hour then left. I don't think that can really count as exercise, despite wearing sports clothes, being in a sports club and sipping a sports drink.

After all that chatting there was nothing for it but to pop round to my pal's for more pontificating over a bowl of twiglets, with a brief stop in the park to catch this lovely sky.