Day of Rest

Today we were supposed to be meeting our friends from Castres and all going to see medieval jousting (as opposed to I'm not sure what other kind of jousting...) However, after showing them round our Mad Broken House, everyone was overwhelmed by how hot the day was, so we elected instead to spend the afternoon on a shady terrace sipping cool drinks and hosing the kids down.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. First business of the day was a quick dash into Lavaur to collect my cousin, arriving back from her epic month long trek across the Pyrenees on the Camino de Santiago. Despite an injured ankle, she survived the trek and achieved her Compostella, which I suppose gives her free entry to heaven or something. But whatever: the walk was certainly worth it to her even without that.

So the afternoon was indeed a hot haze of cool drinks and daft chat, with the kids fighting over who got to use my new high power hose shower attachment thingy. The evening drifted on with much food and wine, and a quick dash outside to grab a shot of the sunflower field which has burst into bloom just as the barley has been taken away.