Les Patois

Ooh la la. Before the day can begin, it's necessary to retrieve the bicycles from our friends house - last night we had cycled up for dinner, but as it got darker and darker, we became less and less keen to make the return journey... So we abandoned them, for collection in the morning. This done, we bounced off to Brantome - so so gorgeous. But no ice creams, so this meant a quick departure and onward to a local lake, where ice creams abound, and wooden sun loungers are provided for sun lounging. And then on again, to Piegut, host of the fellievre, a feleve, some kind of fête anyway - a patois festival. Lost on us, but lots of laughs nonetheless. My, my. This holiday business is exhausting.