Grand day out

A great friend has returned from her summer in France, but she hasn't brought her car.  I drove up to her home and we went out for lunch.

I'd done a bit of research and we found a super restaurant, high on a ridge, where we could look across the valley (and the waiter said you could see as far as the Welsh Hills if it was clear). Hazy, humid, but no rain with us. We had splendid meal at a very reasonable price and on the way to the car park, I spotted a lavender, filled with busy bees.